#aglow snacks

[luveline]

𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡? | 𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧

you finally work up the courage to kiss Eddie for the first time and he can’t cope (even if he claims he can). 2k words. requested here

cw fem!reserved/shy!reader, first kiss, heavy kissing, mutual pining, eddie being a hot dork

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

Some people (Steve) call Eddie your loser boyfriend, while other people (the girls at work) call him the rockstar. 

You see both sides of him now. 

“Sweetheart!” he calls, the passenger seat window rolled down, his voice strong where he shouts behind the wheel. The van bumps the curve, leaving a sanguine line of rust in its wake and a creak to make everybody on the sidewalk wince. 

“Hello,” you call back. 

The van hums. You wait for him to be at a definite stop before you approach, hands on the open window, leaning up so as to see him best. It’s not just a usual date night tonight, Eddie’s taking you to Indianapolis for a rock show, and he’s dressed the part. “Woah, you look cool,” you say, bravely, wondering if that’s the right thing to say. It’s undoubtedly true —he’s slicked his curls with mousse to define them and leave them pitch black in accordance with his eyeshadow, dark and tapped into his lash line. The top he wears is incredibly tight, carving the softer lines of his abs for anyone to see, and his black jacket is ripped in places to expose the ink of his tattoos. “Are they multiplying?” 

“What?” he asks, grinning at you. “Are you getting in? It’s freezing!” 

“Your tattoos,” you explain, opening the door and popping up into the van with one shoe on the step. 

“Shit, you wanna see?” 

You’re not scared of Eddie, you just like him. He doesn’t worry you, doesn’t pressure you, nothing nefarious about him. He’s pretty, he’s considerate, and he does stuff like this, peeling out of his jacket to flex his arm at you and show you the Saran wrapping around his bicep. “Like that one?” he asks.

He has nice arms, and they’re all the better for his painful obsession. His newest one is difficult to see well under the wrapping. He notices you squinting and moves it up, tape pulling his skin. 

“Another bat?” you ask. 

“Not cool?” 

“So cool,” you disagree. This bat is unlike the others on his arm, which are small and simple in comparison. This one is heavily detailed and very dark, fangs in small triangles bared. The eyes aglow. The skin around it is red. “Did you get that today?” 

“On a whim. Still wanna date me, or is it getting to be too much?” 

You can’t answer him, and he knows that. You’re not very good at navigating intimate conversation or circumstance, though you like him, and he must know that too. Or he must really like you. Your dates have been chaste. Only last time could you work up the courage to take his hand, but when you had, he rewarded your courage with a drove of tenderness, fingers rubbing your knuckles and squeezing soft patterns for hours at the back of the movie theatre. 

The drive to Indianapolis takes near enough an hour. Eddie puts you on map duty but doesn’t use it, ignoring your offer of directions on the insistence that he knows a shortcut and then rerouting when you get too lost. He tells you there are snacks for you in the centre console and laughs, endeared, when you pop the lid and smile at it all. You talk about the show, a band you’d never heard of but had wanted to see on the grounds of sharing his interests. That’s what couples do, right? They try to do things together. You have to put yourself out of your comfort zone, and you’re happy to try if it means you can do it with him. 

“You nervous?” he asks, pulling into the parking garage outside of the venue, a towering, multi-story fiasco crammed with cars and motorbikes. 

“No,” you say, not quite mumbling as you look down at your hands. 

“Good, don’t be. I’m gonna look after you, we’re gonna have a great time. And then we can get takeout after?” You look up. He stretches his arm out to glance at his watch. “I would’ve taken you before, but good old Indianapolis keeps getting further away.” He smiles apologetically. 

You laugh without meaning to. His smile ramps up a notch. 

“I love when you laugh. You have such a cute laugh,” he says. 

“I know you’re lying,” you say, still laughing anyways. 

“I’m not lying, I love the way you laugh!” He shakes his head, curls falling away from his face as he flicks on the light on the car roof. “We have half an hour till doors open.”

“You don’t wanna line up?” 

“It’s kind of overwhelming and I figured we’d stay near the back of the crowd for your first gig here, it gets pretty rowdy.” He says ‘pretty rowdy’ like a drag, nodding gently, eyes lit with mirth. You love it when he talks like that. 

“We can go now, get further in. I can handle it.” 

“It’s not about handling it, I want you to have a good time. Plus, they could ruin your nice dress.” 

You meet his gaze all smiles like he is, but heat flickers in your chest and in your stomach, and you have to look away. It’s an impulse you’ve always given into. You’re reserved in the feelings department but trying not to be, Eddie deserves reciprocation, but it’s hard. Either way, he seems to understand this about you, and he hasn’t complained. 

Still, a bedraggled silence falls. Nearly awkward, unsure of how to tread, you sit together in your separate seats listening to cars parking and doors opening, closing on either side of you, the headlights of the cars driving past glaringly bright, white flashing over your screwed palms. 

“You okay?” he asks. 

You’re sure Eddie wants to kiss you. Three nights ago at the movies, after an hour of languid hand holding, he’d looked at your lips no less than three times as he said good night. He told you he’d had an amazing time, and that he couldn’t wait to see you again. You’d said the same in earnest, and then he’d just walked away. All those stolen glances and he hadn’t made a move. 

“Eddie… why…” You poke your tongue into your bottom lip momentarily, chewing it over. “Why haven’t we kissed yet?” 

“Um–” He lets out a nervous giggle before roughly clearing his throat. You peek at him, watching intently as he takes his hair away from his face with two hands. “I’m just waiting on you, sweetheart. No pressure.” He laughs as he talks, a picture of panic, “You’re sort of shy about that stuff, you know? I didn’t wanna surprise you.” 

“But you do want to kiss me?” you ask unsurely.

He puts his hand on your knee, the space between you suddenly smaller and warmer, the light like white glaze on his pupils, illuminating his finer details. He has a mole nestled under his eyelashes too small to see until now; it catches your attention. You stare at him too long. 

“Of course I do,” he says, eyebrows pinching together in concern. “I’ve wanted to kiss you since I met you.” 

You nod and snap your head back to your lap. Why does he have to be so nice? You wish you’d listened to Steve, even if he was joking, you shouldn’t have ever said yes to Eddie, because now you’re terrified you can’t kiss him and you’ll ruin everything…

“Hey, it’s fine. I’m not waiting for anything. You can take your time or you could never kiss me, and I won’t care. I swear. I mean, I really want you to kiss me but I’ll find a way to cope, I’m sure.” He takes his hand from your leg softly. “Do you want my jacket? It’s cold out, n’ we should probably start walking.” 

You pull your head up slowly. 

He reads your hesitant expression. “I’m in no rush,” he promises, head ever so slightly ducked to yours. 

Okay, you think. Okay, I can do this. You hold your breath and start to lean in. He falters, a millisecond of misunderstanding, before he recognises what you’re doing and smiles. He reaches for your waist with enough care to give you a chance to change your mind, and when you’re close enough to feel his breath, his lashes shutter. 

You follow suit, blind, with nothing but your intuition as you press your lips to his. 

With a feeling like the hum of the engine under your hands, you bring your fingers to his soft cheek and hold him still. He breathes in harshly, touches you far from it, his palm slipping behind your back to pull you in. You lean into it; it feels natural to give in, to turn your head one way and part your lips, to have him kiss back with heat and surprising sweetness.

You feel unlike yourself in a good way, falling back to kiss forward again, a third time, trying to chase the lulling bliss of his lips. The stomach aching want. Your hand chases across his cheek and into the curls behind his ear, needing him closer but not expecting the sound it elicits. He sighs into your lips and you flinch back, startled by the sensation. 

Eddie rubs your back with his index finger, unjudging as you drop your head to catch your breath. 

“You okay?” he asks quietly. You can hear his affection. It’s palpable. 

You nod, a dizzy weight collected in your forehead, thankful when his free hand catches your cheek and he turns your face gently to the side. “I got too hot,” you confess, only half of the truth. 

“It was pretty hot.” He smiles at you like you’re the only person in the world, like you’ve a secret only he knows. “Want me to turn on the A/C?” 

“No, I–” want to kiss you again, you think. You might even tell him so, but he starts to blow on your face, disrupting any thoughts you’d had earlier. He purses his lips and blows cold breath on your cheek, a tenderness in his gaze and the tip of his thumb where it rests just under your eye. “Oh.” 

This might be the most romantic thing anyone’s ever done for you. Your face feels precious in his careful hand, pretty under his longing look. You’re not scared when he encourages you back to his lips, your eyes quick to close, your hands across the gap of your seats to gather his shirt between tight fingers. 

His kiss is a reflection of him. Loser, rockstar, he’s eager and his hands start to betray that, his kissing melty hot and addictive as the tip of his nose presses hard to yours. You turn your face to accommodate him better and that small action drives him crazy. He’s pulling you in, smiling into your mouth, making breathy sounds that’ll stick around in your head ten times as long as the tingles filling your chest as just kisses and kisses and doesn’t stop. 

“M’sorry,” he says, pulling away, and then stealing another heavy, soft kiss like he couldn’t wait. “Sorry,” he apologises again, stroking the skin beside your eye to encourage you into opening them. “I’m not trying to get carried away. Just can’t believe you just kissed me.” 

“No, it’s okay, I– I really wanted to.” 

He kisses your cheek. You aren’t expecting it and you don’t know how to deal with it. It’s like kissing him has invigorated him, you’re a shot he knocked back, his excitement catching as he begs, “Close your eyes again, sweetheart, just one more–”

You raise your chin and he practically gasps, immediately pressing a last chaste kiss to your burning lips. 

“I’m not always like this,” he promises, leaning away, his fingertips falling from your face to trace down your neck, your shoulder. “You’re just so fucking pretty I lost my mind. I’m on best behaviour from now on, swears.” 

He raises his hand up in a scout’s honour. 

You breathe out happily. “Thank you.” 

“Oh my god. Quick, we better get out of this van before I lose my mind.” He shakes his head. “You’re insane. I have such a crush on you, holy fuck,” —he turns away from you and gets out of the van— “Jesus.” 

You pull down the sun visor to check your reflection in the mirror. You look thoroughly kissed, eyes aglow with it. 

“Fuck!” Eddie swears. You beam at yourself as he wraps on the window. “Come on, sweetheart! I have a concert to pretend to pay attention to.” 

You slink out of your seat, brave enough to try for another kiss so long as it doesn’t kill him dead right here in the parking lot. 

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

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[azzo0]

Dancing in the Rain

Request: It's the middle of the night in late spring, so it's pretty warm out. It starts to rain and (Y/N) drags Bakugo outside to dance in the rain with her. Pairing: Bakugo x f!reader wc: 1.1k

Katsuki's nose was buried deep in his textbook. He unconsciously clicked his pen as he reviewed the study material for a second time. He glanced at the little, black digital clock sitting on the corner of his desk. It was 12:40 am, way past his bedtime, but he was making an exception since final exams for the third year were mere weeks away.

He slumped back in his chair and brought his hands behind his head. He stared at his wall, aglow from the light of his study lamp. A soft patter on the window interrupted the silence of his room. He glanced at it to see streaks of water running down the glass.

Tch. Annoying sound.

He got up and pulled the curtains together in hopes of drowning out that pesky tapping on his window. He put a hand on his lower back. It hurt sitting in the same position for so long. He decided to grab a snack from the kitchen before finally heading to bed.

Much to his delight, the common areas were deserted. Just like him, everyone had holed up in their rooms to study. Everyone wanted to pass their final year. Though he was glad he was the only one here, a part of him was hoping to run into a certain someone.

He walked into the kitchen and opened the fridge, inspecting his options. As always, the fridge was void of anything worth his taste buds. He rolled his eyes at Sero's stash of orange juice bottles and grabbed one.

He leaned by the fridge and took a sip of the juice. He threw his head back and stared at the ceiling, thinking back on his first day at UA. It was a little hard to believe that he and his class would be graduating soon. His therapy sessions and rehab had been working well. He could move his arm to some extent again.

There was, unfortunately, one department where progress was slow. There was a classmate of his, a girl who'd managed to claw her way into his circle during his first year and take hold of his heart-you. The more he pushed you away back, the more you clung onto him, set on befriending him no matter how much he cursed and swore at you to 'stay the fuck away.' He'd given up on shooing you away at some point. He had accepted his fate. He'd actually wait to hear your voice in the classroom every morning.

He stopped denying that he had a big fat crush on you in his second year, but due to the war and its aftermath, he thought it'd be best to wait, and here he was still waiting. Every time he tried to confess, his body ended up betraying him. His throat would close, not permitting him to say a word, his hands sweating excessively, his stomach twisting and churning, and his face flushing. Even his damn eyes. All he could do was stare at you like you were some otherworldly, ethereal creature while grinning like an absolute idiot at your words.

"Fool," he mumbled, tossing the empty bottle into the trash can. A cool breeze licked his skin, making him shudder. He glanced at the door to the backyard to see that it had been left slightly ajar.

'Which one of these idiots left that open?' he thought to himself.

He opened the door fully, frowning at the rain. It hadn't stopped yet. Just as he was about to close the door, he spotted a figure not far away, with their back to him, swaying back and forth slowly. He squinted his eyes and realised that it was you. Through the steady thrum of nature's white noise, your soft humming drifted to his ears, and he stayed put, observing you.

It was no secret that Bakugo Katsuki hated rain. He hated the way it made his toes cold and uncomfortable in his shoes, the way it made his hair plaster to his scalp and the way it made his clothes stick to his skin. But despite hating rain with a burning passion, he found himself walking towards you, knowing damn well how much you loved the rain and that you wouldn't come inside even if he reminded you that you'd get a cold.

"Trying to get sick before finals?" He said, coming to a stop behind you. He watched you turn around, his heart fluttering when your expression lit up.

"Think I'll get a free pass if I end up with a cold?" You joked.

"Nah, Aizawa will drag you out of bed and have you take the exam," Bakugo laughed. "What're ya doin' out here anyways? Let's go inside."

"You know I can't resist sanding in the rain," You grinned. "Dance with me?"

"In the rain? Fuck no."

"Come on, it'll be fun. I'll even sing you a song." You insisted, grabbing his arms. He raised his eyebrows in amusement when you placed one of his hands on your waist and slipped your own hand into his other. You sang one of Kirishima's 'manly' songs, singing terribly off-key on purpose just to make him roll his eyes and smile.

You laughed when you almost tripped over his foot and fell into his chest. He smiled softly, forgetting about the annoying raindrops slapping his back and making his tank top stick to his skin as if you were the very sun that had driven away the rain.

"What were you humming earlier?" He asked, unaware that he'd started rocking side to side along with you.

"I don't know. My grandmother used to hum it all the time, so it stuck to me." You looked up at him, taking note of how close you guys were. You could see drops of water clinging to his hair and making it droop, the goofy smile on his face making your heart race, "Want me to hum it?"

"Yeah," he breathed.

He listened to you hum the song, his movements slowing down with yours. He gently pulled you in closer with his hand on your back so you were standing almost chest to chest.

"It's fun, isn't it?" You asked once you were done humming the song. You held back a smile when colour rose to his cheeks.

His eyes widened when you wrapped your arms around him and rested your head on his chest, swaying back and forth unhurriedly. He wished you could hear the song his heart sang for you and that his heartbeat would spill out his feelings for you to see.

"Well, I'm dancing in the rain with you between my arms," he spoke at last, hugging you back and putting his chin on your head, "so yeah, it's fun."

He felt you nod into him, your grip around him tightening. There was so much he ached to tell you, but for now, he wanted to freeze this moment and live it forever, slow dancing in the rain with you pressed against his chest. It was perfect. Everything else could wait.

[whore4abby]

christmas headcannons; abby anderson

+ some bonus insta posts

warnings; tiny mentions of smut - strap-on mention, mdni

౨ৎ takes you to the local christmas markets every year - holding hands as you pass by the christmas stalls which are all aglow with twinkling fairy lights, breath visible in the cold air but you’re both cosy and bundled up in thick jackets to keep warm in the icy weather.

౨ৎ would notice you staring at a snow globe or something and immediately have her hand in her pocket to fetch her wallet and buy it for you without even thinking twice about it.

౨ৎ buys you the BEST gifts. spends months slyly asking you questions trying to get an insight into what you’ll be wanting as gifts.

౨ৎ not the best gift wrapper her big hands make it hard :( but she tries her absolute best. ends up using absurd amounts of tape to keep the paper in place, ultimately making it look like it was wrapped up by a small child.

౨ৎ insists that she hates the matching thermal pjs you buy for the both of you, sulking in protest when you suggest the idea but after much persuasion, she finally caves, willing to do anything to make you happy.

౨ৎ loves to decorate the christmas tree with you but she takes it soooo seriously, she never half-asses it and is always groaning at you that you’ve hung everything in the wrong place. always lets you put the star on the top of the tree though, hoisting you up into the air effortlessly, smiling as she watches you gently place the glittering star onto the tree.

౨ৎ so good at snowball fights but she sometimes forgets her own strength. pummelling the icy snow at you a little too hard which results in knocking you off your feet and back into a pile of freshly fallen snow. she attempts to stifle her laugh as she scoops you up, pressing warm kisses against your frozen cheeks apoligetically.

౨ৎ abby loves to wake up before you on christmas morning in the the early hours to enjoy a cup of coffee, watching as the snow falls outside of your bedroom window, caressing your back softly as you sleep. finishing her drink just as you start to wake up which leads to groping each other through your thermal pjs, sleepily grinding against eachother.

౨ৎ abby adores ending the night by watching endless christmas movies, wrapped up in blankets and surrounded by your favourite snacks and drinking hot chocolate whilst using you as her personal heater. the two of you sharing sticky marshmallow coated kisses as you giggle and press yourself closer to her.

౨ৎ the night ends with the hot chocolate and christmas movies long forgotten as abby has you ride her strap, her big hands gripping at your hips and bouncing you up and down on top of her.

[svltzmans]

paint the town red - h.m.

a/n: this was a request and i had so much fun writing it!! i also got to write some supernatural elements which is the best lmao. writing these hope fics makes me want to rewatch legacies so bad 😭 but anyway i hope you guys like this

warnings: smut (18+), vampire biting, mention of blood, semi-public sex

hope wakes up in the middle of the night absolutely ravenous.

beside her, her girlfriend breathes lightly in her sleep. hope smiles to herself before gently getting up, determined not to disturb her.

making her way to the kitchen, she grabs a blood bag from the fridge. she knows it's nowhere near as good as the real thing, but she settles nonetheless.

her eyes glow bright green when she punctures the bag with her teeth, finding immediate relief in her midnight snack.

"hope?"

y/n had woken up shortly after hope had gotten out of bed, feeling the emptiness beside her. she didn't have to look for long before finding her exactly where she thought she'd be.

"what are you doing up?" hope questions, still in the middle of her bag.

y/n approaches hope from behind, wrapping her arms around her waist and pulling her into a hug.

"i felt you leave. missed you," she says sleepily, resting her head on hope's shoulder.

hope embraces the contact, leaning gently into y/n.

"didn't want to wake you," hope responds, kissing y/n's forehead.

in the midst of their conversation, y/n notices that hope's eyes are still aglow, and that the points of her teeth are still visible just beyond her lips.

y/n's attraction to her girlfriend is apparent based on the way her cheeks become as red as hope's blood bag.

she's sure hope doesn't notice, despite their close proximity.

"can we go back to bed now?" y/n asks, her exhaustion catching up to her.

"c'mere," hope coos, picking y/n up bridal style to bring her back to bed.

ever since hope turned into a fully activated tribrid, these "midnight snack" excursions had become a common thing for her. sometimes she just couldn't go back to sleep until she fed, and she had to give into her compulsions.

y/n didn't always wake up with her, but hope had caught her watching from the doorway on more than one occasion.

at first, hope thought that y/n was just interested in her tribrid status, but it slowly became clear that it was much more than that.

even though she's sure she has it figured out, hope doesn't want to assume anything. she knows she has to figure out a plan to confirm her suspicions.

it doesn't take hope long to figure out what she wants to do.

during one of hope and y/n's weekly movie nights, hope decides to put her plan into action.

"y/n, i'm hungry," hope playfully whines, immediately getting her girlfriend's attention.

"wanna order something? or we could go cook together," y/n offers a solution, still halfway paying attention to the television.

"i have a better idea," hope whispers, leaning in closer to y/n.

"what's that?" y/n acts clueless, even though she knows where this is headed, and she couldn't be more thrilled about it.

hope gently picks up y/n's wrist, lightly kissing it before looking up at her.

"may i?"

y/n swears she's dreaming. she's had many dreams like this, usually ending in hope pushing her down on the kitchen counter.

"please," y/n finally responds, giving hope her most intense heart eyes.

grabbing hold of y/n's other hand, hope exposes her fangs and gives y/n the most gentle bite she possibly can.

y/n gasps at the initial sting, but before she knows it she's letting out soft moans. hope is absolutely dizzying, and it's not from the loss of blood.

when hope pulls away, y/n's heart is pounding in her ears.

"it seems like you enjoyed that just as much as i did, hm?" hope teases, healing the small wound that developed on y/n's wrist.

y/n feels frozen in time, and hope is the only thing she can think about. as hope tries to keep watching the movie the two had started, y/n is entirely distracted.

long after the pair had fallen asleep, hope wakes up again, the same urge to feed pushing her up and to the kitchen.

she walks delicately out of the room to avoid waking y/n, even though she knows it's no use. y/n always knows when she leaves, and hope finds it adorable.

and like clockwork, she appears in the doorway, sleepiness apparent in her eyes. hope's eyes glow brighter at the sight of her girlfriend.

hope stops mid-bloodbag to greet her. "hi beautiful," she beams, her teeth still excessively sharp.

"hi," y/n replies, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes.

"someone's sleepy, huh?"

"come back to bed."

"i'm hungry."

memories of hours ago come back to y/n, and she feels a knot forming in her stomach.

"what, i didn't hold you over?" she teases, hoping to get a reaction out of hope.

something in hope snaps at that, and she picks y/n up, sitting her down on the counter.

"hope, what are you d-"

before y/n can finish, hope's lips are on hers and they're making out in the kitchen of the salvatore school.

"hope, jesus, someone could see us."

"don't care. wanna taste you. not talking about your wrist this time," hope replies between kisses.

"but the bed is so much more comfortable for you to-"

"need you right now," hope slurs, and that's enough for y/n to oblige.

within seconds, hope has y/n naked from the waist down, legs spread on the kitchen counter.

"i can't believe you," y/n giggles, honestly quite nervous about their current position.

"the quieter you are, the less likely we are to get caught," hope replies, her voice sultry as she kisses y/n's inner thighs.

the second hope's mouth makes contact with y/n, it's game over.

the noises she can't help but make are obscene. hope is incredible at going down on y/n, and she's reminded of that tenfold every time.

hope briefly pulls away. "you're so gorgeous. what did i say about being quiet, though?"

y/n mumbles an apology but whines in protest. "please just keep going."

hope doesn't oppose, but she moves her tongue agonizingly slowly.

"hope... more, please," y/n pleads, not caring about keeping her composure any longer.

"i like when you beg," hope mutters against her, finally picking up the pace once again.

y/n is painfully close, and she knows it. she desperately tries to keep her orgasm at bay, wanting to prolong this moment as much as possible.

"god, hope, so good," she encourages, her hand resting in hope's hair.

it's at that moment that hope looks directly up at y/n, her glowing tribrid eyes piercing into hers.

the look hope gives her sends her over the edge, biting her lip to withhold as much noise as possible.

as y/n's breathing slows and her heart rate returns to normal, hope stands up, helping her get down and back onto her feet.

hope gently puts y/n's pajamas back on for her, and pushes her hair behind her ear.

"you okay?" she asks, resting her hand on y/n's cheek.

"much better than okay. but sleepy. can we go back to bed now?"

"anything for you. did such a great job for me."

hope takes y/n's hand as they head back upstairs, settling back into bed.

"oh, and hope?"

"yeah?"

"are you still hungry?"

a/n: its the middle of the night and i'm awake for some reason and was DETERMINED to finish this

[collywobbles-n-whatnot]

Extra extra! Arthur x Reader: part 1

Tabloid Journalist! Undercover! Reader x Old money! Yandere! Tutor

“What are your socials?” He thumbs through his phone as he waits for you to pack up, rather impatiently. Arthur had been tutoring you for the last hour or two. While he started with just English it was clear after a couple sessions that your math, history, science, and- well pretty much everything needed a spruce up. The idea of someone under his tutelage looking that dumb under his care ground his gears. So now the study sessions lasted hours for most days of the week. 

“You getting soft on me Artie? What happened to- This is just tutoring. I’m not your friend and I never will be,” You made your voice nasally and pushed up some imaginary glasses. 

“And we won’t be. I just want your instagram,” He rolls his eyes and subconsciously adjusts his very real glasses. You were everything he detested in most people his age. You had no manners, you didn’t take much of anything seriously, you were all play and no work. Or so he thought. The longer the two of you spent time with one another he realized maybe the things he thought were common were actually quite… good. 

“I don’t have one. I don’t have any social media actually. I find life more zen without them,” You shrug and sling your bag over your shoulder. 

“Pretentious, but alright.” 

“Oh, I do not want to hear that from you. Mr. I only read classic literature and drink plain hot black tea,” the empty library and setting sun added to the pressure of getting going, “Can you watch my things real quick actually. I have to run to the bathroom before I skedattle.”

“Got a hot date?” He leaned back on the hind legs of his chair. The question left a bitter taste in his mouth but it was entirely plausible. You shouldn’t be focusing on dates with the state of your grades but you weren’t unattractive. It wouldn’t surprise him if you were asked out by some of the jackasses he sees hanging all over you upon occasion. Maybe if you shared socials he can keep tabs and make sure you’re putting your energy in the right activities. 

“No, I just have dinner with Professor Lysander a couple nights a week in town. A home cooked meal beats the cafeteria any day,” The school cafeteria was nothing to sniff at. Five star chefs catered every meal of the day and even snacks. There was always something about home cooked meals though, growing up with family dinners you were elated to finally be rid of them as an adult, but as it turns out it just wasn’t the same without them. You try and not let on just how urgent the whole bathroom thing was weighing on you but you definitely wanted to finish this conversation quickly. Arthur pulled a disgusted face that just screamed ‘Egads! How uncouth!’ In that posh accent of his. 

“At his house? That’s a bit inappropriate, don’t you think? What if he’s some kind of closet psycho?” He let his chair fall back into place with a muted thud. 

“Nah, it’s fine. I’ll be right back,” you waved him off absentmindedly and subtly sped off to the restroom. Arthur scoffed and eyed your bag sitting where you sat in your stead. He looked around to see if there was anyone else around before flipping it open and peering inside, your pins jingled softly with the motion.

He wasn’t sure what he was expecting. There were books, pens, pads, and a tube of lipgloss. The pockets however were also full. Keys, gum, and… a camera. Cameras were strictly forbidden on campus, this college was as close to a secret at you could get and the staff intended to keep it that way. A loud buzz made him nearly jump out of his chair, he put everything back in your bag and looked for the source of the noise. Your phone’s Lock Screen was aglow with notifications. While the content was hidden on the standby screen, the apps were clear as day. Instagram, Snapchat, BeReal, even Pinterest. Did you seriously not want him to follow you that badly? 

The sound of your heels clicked and he leaned back in his chair, forcing a casual posture. “Thanks, for watching my stuff and thanks again for tutoring. You might be an asshole but you aren’t a half bad teacher,” You picked up your bag once more and gestured to the door. 

“Yeah, sure, fine,” he waved his hand dismissively, “I’m going with you to Lysander’s. If there isn’t anything weird going on, surly the invitation is open to all his students,” his hand just barely ghosted the small of your back as you both left the library. 

“Okay, I don’t see why not. Whatever helps you sleep at night man. I hope you like quiche,” You shrugged. 

[lvieee]

late night things | 沈泉锐

pairing : collegestudentricky! x reader

genre : fluff

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it was alredy 8.30 pm, you were about to chill in bed after doing assignments for the past 2 hours when you got a notification.

quanrui 🤍 : darlingg i sent you something, the app says that it has already arrived can you check?

you blushed at the nickname, everything this guy does can quite literally make you go crazy. you then quickly replied to his message

you : ricky?? it’s the third time this month

ricky loves sending you things randomly. it has always been like that ever since you two started doing long distance. not that you didn’t like him sending or buying you things, you just don’t want him to spend too much money on you. you then went out of your room to look at what he’d sent. you opened your front door and saw him standing there with his luggage and a bag of snacks. “missed me?” he said with a big smile on his face.

it has been 6 months since you had seen him because he now lives in another country for college. he opened his arms pulling you into an embrace. “gosh i’ve missed you” you hugged him back. you then welcomed him in “why didn’t you tell me that you were gonna come?” you asked while closing the door. “i wanted it to be a surpise silly.” he replied while taking off his shoes “have you eaten dinner?” you asked him “no..” he answered with an akward smile.

you then got an idea then told him to put his things in the room and wait for you while you change. he was confused but he decided to just go with it.

you were done changing now. you got out of your room. “were going out” you said while grabbing your wallet and keys. “aight let’s go” you say excitedly.

the night sky was aglow with bright city lights. this wasn’t what you’ve planned on doing earlier. but here you are walking hand in hand with your boyfriend. you didn’t expect him to visit you all of a sudden but nonetheless you were happy.

after about 20 minutes of walking you two reached your destination. this used to be the place where you two would hang out after school when you were still in highschool. “ooh i miss this place i wonder if they still have the wraps we used to get” he said feeling a wave of deja vu.

you two then walked around the stalls and ordered whatever you two wanted. now that all the food’s ready, you two then started eating “how’s it like there?” you asked before stuffing your mouth with the wrap you ordered. he took a bite out of the wrap “ah hot hot” he said while trying to chew without burning his tounge too much. he paused before answering cause there’s still food in his mouth. “it’s ok i guess, not much going on there honestly.” he replied while trying to blow on the food. you giggled at the sight. how could someone look so cold on the outside but is actually a big cutiepie. “oh yeah, how did the test go?” he asked you “still waiting for results” you replied.

you two then stayed silent while eating your food. when he reached his hand to your face and wiped the sauce on the corner of your mouth. “你脸红了”<you’re blushing> he said. you understood what he meant, he’s said it before. “no im not” you say while hiding your face. he then laughed.

he finished his wrap before you, then he pulled a polaroid camera out of his bag “babe smilee” . you were surprised but then posed. the polaroid came out he smiled at the pic, “hey show me it i wanna see” you say while trying to reach for the polaroid. he held it further away from you so couldn’t reach. you gave up but he then showed you the pic. “see you look like a 12 yo” he said teasing you.

you two were talking when you saw a notification come up from ricky’s phone. but that wasn’t what caught your attention. it was his background. a pic of you two when he surprised you on your birthday last year.“heyy why didn’t you send me that photo” you asked.

you then finished your food and the two of you got up to leave. now wandering around the streets at night talking, laughing, and holding hands just being happy with each other’s presence. you couldn’t ask for anything better.

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note : ricky speaking chinese?? 😵‍💫

[pilesofpillows]

Stars Aglow Ch. 4 || Okoye x Attuma

A Sea of Stars ~ Part 3 of 3

Ch. 1 • Ch. 2 • Ch. 3

Warnings: An Excessive Amount of Fluff, Talk of Marriage

Tags: @mamajankyy @xenokattz @tvreadsandsleep @ariyannah @iccedays @blissdoutbyattuma @karimk2 @umber-cinders @mickimomo @dontruinmymorning @princess-of-gondor

Okoye smothered a laugh with her hand, studiously avoiding Nakia’s eyes as they watched Toussaint peer cautiously over the oversized crib the triplets slept in. T’Challa’s son stood on his toes, glancing back and forth between Okoye and her children skeptically. His face was twisted into the most adorable of frowns, and she nearly lost the fight to keep her composure when the boy turned to them with an aggrieved sigh.

“They’re very small, umakazi. And they’re sleeping again,” T’Challa whispered— or at least, attempted to as he stepped into the space between her legs. 

Okoye hugged her precious nephew, trying to quell the laughter bubbling in her chest at his decidedly underwhelmed expression. Junior had waited an eternity (nearly three weeks) to meet the triplets, and Okoye feared the three small infants (who did very little but sleep and eat) hadn’t quite lived up to his expectations. 

“I know they are, sweet boy. But they will grow; you have to give them time,” she consoled with a chuckle. “They’ve only just arrived, you know.”

He returned her embrace, sinking into her arms and sighing again. “Can I still teach them Go Fish?”

“Probably not anytime soon, ingwe enci. But when they are old enough, I’m sure they would love to learn.” Okoye lifted T’Challa into her lap, relishing the ability to hold him close without the barrier of her belly. “You will be the first cousin they know, the one they love the most. You’ll be their best friend and greatest protector, and when the time comes, I’m sure you will be the best Go Fish teacher in all of Wakanda.”

Her nephew grinned at that, chest puffing out proudly. “I will teach them Go Fish when I am–,” he paused, counting quietly to himself, “ten!” he announced, holding out both hands, fingers splayed. “I’ll know other stuff then, too, so I can teach them lots.”

“Indeed you will, chan baláam.” Attuma’s voice sounded from the doorway of the nursery, drawing both of their attention. He and Namora stepped into the large room, both still damp from escorting Ixtli and the Talokanil nursing team to the eastern side of the Continent for the journey home. 

Toussaint wriggled from Okoye’s lap and greeted them with exclamations of joy, only looking a little abashed when Nakia reminded him to keep his voice down. Nonetheless, he took a running leap toward Attuma and giggled when he was caught and hoisted onto her beloved’s waist. Attuma received an affectionate forehead press and Namora, a series of salutes followed by an enthusiastic high-five. 

Her nephew touched Attuma’s hair, taking in his and Namora’s damp appearance, and scolded them in a loud whisper. “You’re still wet, Uncle Tuna! You and Nacomora need to use the dryer better.”

His face and countenance were so serious that Okoye lost the battle with her laughter at Nakia’s unrestrained snort, the mangled combination of Namora’s title and name sending them into a fit of hushed giggles. It didn’t help that Namora refused to correct him. She claimed it was a blessing from her chan aj baláam and even prohibited them from correcting him. 

Indulging T’Challa was a crime they were all guilty of, and Okoye could already tell it would be the same, if not worse, with her children. 

Her giggles tapered off, and she shook her head at her sister as Attuma set Toussaint down, crouching before the boy and solemnly promising to use the dryers better next time. Her nephew beamed at him, offering his littlest finger and extracting a pinky promise from his uncle before darting across the room to his mother, pestering her for the cashews she was snacking on. 

Attuma rose with a quiet chuckle and crossed the room, stopping at her side and dropping a kiss on her head. Reaching up, Okoye pushed his hair out of his face and pressed their foreheads together. He’d been gone for less than an hour, but she’d missed him like it’d been days. They hadn’t been apart since the triplets were born, and if this was how she felt now, Okoye dreaded to think of what she would feel when he went back to work. 

That wouldn’t be anytime soon, of course, so she put the thought out of her mind and tilted her chin up, kissing the corner of his mouth. Attuma turned his head and caught her lips in a brief kiss, and she gave a quiet hum.

“Ts'o'ok u taktal in wilech xan, in yakunaj [I missed you too, my love],” he whispered against her lips, kissing her quickly again. 

Okoye offered him a soft smile as he drew back and settled into the reclining rocking chair beside her, then turned to Namora. “Did Ixtli and the team get out okay?” 

“Chaac has blessed the winds and the waters are calm; their journey home should be swift,” The Talokanil general replied, softening her voice as she neared the crib. She reached a careful hand in and traced the pattern on the edge of B’atz’s blanket, smiling down at her godson. 

“Good, I’m glad to hear it.” Okoye said sincerely. “We’ll miss them— Ixtli especially. Please thank her again for me, for us.” She would always be grateful to the iyom k’exelom for helping her bring three children safely into the world. She and the Talokanil nurses had made a world of difference in the delivery room and helped immensely in the week of bed rest she’d been mandated to afterward. 

Namora gave the slightest nod of acknowledgment, eyes fixed on B’atz, gazing down at the sleeping infant with pure adoration. The Talokanil general loved all the triplets, but Okoye knew her secondborn already held a special place in her heart. Shuri and Ayo were the same with T’Khwezi and Ixazaluoh, and between their grandparents and godparents, Okoye could proudly say her children were well loved. 

“I don’t think she heard you, diosa. Her ears have gone, along with her head,” Attuma quietly teased his fellow general. He leaned close with a smirk and interwove their fingers. “You could not have known, of course, but babies are one of Namora’s greatest weaknesses.” Okoye snickered at his antics as her beloved gave a heavy sigh and a solemn shake of his head. “I fear our formidable Yeh Kaaye’ Nacom has gone k’iinich [sun-eyed].” 

The Lionfish turned to Attuma with a glare as venomous as her way and arched a sharp brow at him. “You have little depth to tread, Uncle Tuna,” Namora spat back playfully. She leaned back on the railing of the crib and crossed her arms.“You’ve been k’iinich since a K’iino [your Sun] buried her foot in your chest.” 

Attuma let out a garbled sound of protest, trying to deny it, but Namora pressed on, shooting Okoye a conspiratorial glance. “His head has been full of ja'páak'alo' [seaweed] since he hit the water. I fear our mighty Xook Nacom hasn’t been the same since,” she finished, flashing her beloved a triumphant smile. 

The petulant look Attuma sent in Namora’s direction caused Okoye to snort gracelessly, drawing chuckles from Nakia and Namora. Their amusement was only intensified by her mother entering the nursery with a bewildered reprimand clear on her face for their somewhat raucous behavior. Her stern expression nearly caused Nakia to choke on the cashews she’d been snacking on, and Okoye’s attempts to explain sent them back into fits of uncontrollable laughter, their mouths covered in failing attempts to keep quiet. 

Okoye blew out a shaky breath as their laughs faded, wiping tears from the corners of her eyes. Bast as her witness, she couldn’t remember if she’d ever been this happy. Here, in this blissful bubble where smiles didn’t cease and laughter came easier than breathing, there was only joy. She was surrounded by more love now than she’d ever known, and her heart sang.  

“I leave for 10 minutes and come back to a pack of cackling hyenas,” her mother scolded, hands on her hips.

Okoye smiled at the newly minted grandmother’s unimpressed glare. “Jokes are meant to be laughed at, mama,” she replied.

“Keep it up, and you’ll have more than just me to contend with,” the matriarch said, shaking her head, but the mirth in her eyes gave her away.

Okoye pressed her lips together to smother the last bout of giggles that threatened to escape, and she looked over to the crib where her babies slept, blissfully unaware of the lively chaos surrounding them. Namora’s attention had returned to the trio as well, and she reached her hand in again, thumbing the edge of Ixazaluoh’s blanket this time as Okoye’s youngest grizzled in her sleep. 

The Lionfish hummed, smile dimming slightly, and she cleared her throat, glancing back at Okoye. “K’uk’ulkan has also sent word— he plans to be here by the afternoon.”

Okoye couldn’t hide her wince at the words, feeling the giddy atmosphere dissipate abruptly at the mention of the Talokanil king. She cast a fretful glance toward her mother, and the matriarch scoffed as if on cue.

“He plans?” came the scathing question, her voice pitching along with her brow. “Did he ask?” 

“Mama, nceda,” she pled, seeing Namora stiffen and hearing Nakia sigh. “Ndiqinisekile ukuba unqwenela ukudibana nabantwana. [I’m sure he just wishes to meet the children.]” 

“Iminqweno yakhe ichitha iimbeko ezilula ngoku, hm? [His wishes overrule simple courtesies now, hm?]” Her mother retorted with a disbelieving huff, drawing a pointed hum from Nakia.

Okoye shot her sister a chiding look, and the woman shrugged, popping another cashew into her mouth. Nakia wasn’t an avid fan of K’uk’ulkan either, but they both knew her mother needed no aid in expressing her discontent. She turned to her mother, silently imploring her to choose peace. The woman kissed her teeth in response and gave a dismissive wave of her hand, agreeing to be civil for the time being. Resisting the urge to roll her eyes, she shook her head and muttered a quick prayer, asking Bast for patience.

“Did he send word on how long he plans to stay?” she asked, turning back to Namora, who’d tuned them out, murmuring quiet words over the triplets instead. A dazed, questioning hum came in response, and Okoye elaborated. “I know M’Baku won’t mind, but Ayo certainly will.” 

The Talokanil woman blinked as she considered the question, and then her eyes widened almost comically. 

Okoye bit back a snort at her friend’s distressed expression. “I’m sure it’s fine. The guest chambers likely won’t need much preparation, and Nakia can go with you so she can assist the General with security protocols.” Her sister stopped mid-cashew, gaze narrowing at her, and Okoye smiled blithely.

“Well, I suppose I’ve been given my marching orders,” Nakia huffed with a roll of her eyes. She unfolded her legs and stood, passing the rest of her snack to Toussaint. “Come, Nacom. Let’s pray to Bast and Chaac that the General is in a gracious mood this morning.”

Okoye chuckled at the pained expression that crossed Namora’s face as they left the room. “You can always bribe her with baby cuddles,” she called after them, snickering when Nakia kissed her teeth in response. 

Hearing Ixazaluoh grunt softly, she glanced at the clock. If the pattern established in these first two weeks held true, they would all wake soon, and her youngest would wake first— loudly. She turned her head and found Attuma already standing and smiled as he leaned close, bracing his hands on the armrests of her chair.

“Any requests for your midday snack, na' in paalal? Fruit? Yogurt? One of your snack bowls, perhaps?”

“Can you check and see if we have more of those protein balls your mother made?” She cupped his cheeks and made her requests known through a series of chaste kisses against his lips. “The peanut butter and date ones?” A few more kisses because she couldn’t resist the smile in his eyes. “Maybe a cup of yogurt, too?”

“Bix in yaakunaj ku k'áatik,” he whispered in reply, kissing her soundly before beckoning Junior to come with him as they went to raid the kitchen for more snacks. 

Okoye rose from her seat, briefly meeting her mother’s knowing stare before rolling her eyes. “Don’t start…”

“Eh? Start what, intomba?” 

Her mother’s attempt at innocence was laughable, and Okoye snickered accordingly as she crossed behind the elder woman. 

“He’s a good man, Okoye,” she said, putting her hands on her hips and fixing her mother with the same earnest expression she’d been hit with far too often in the past few months, “He’s already an excellent father. Why not make him your husband?” 

Her mother harrumphed at the imitation and mirrored Okoye’s stance. “And why should you not?” she whispered exasperatedly. “Aside from the fact you’re both singularly devoted to one another and have three reasons to remain so, that man worships the very ground you walk on. Every day I become more convinced he believes the Sun rises and sets at your behest. And no matter what you are determined to call it, the two of you are certainly not ‘co-parenting’.”

She spat the word with such derision that Okoye couldn’t help but shake her head. Sighing, she scooped her own daughter from between her brothers, hushing her gently with sweet kisses to round cheeks. They’d had this conversation no less than ten times and would likely have it ten more until Okoye acquiesced— out loud. 

She already knew she was going to marry Attuma. She’d known even while she was pregnant. There’d been no moment of grand revelation or wonder, just a deep ease— something quiet and sure that settled over her while she’d lain in the cradle of his arms after one of their countless hammock naps. There, in the afternoon sun, the pieces of it, of them, fell together seamlessly. 

They’d be married next spring, just after the children’s first birthday. She’d wear blue, but not the blue of the Border. His blue. Attuma would wear white, as was Talokanil custom, and the children would wear a mix of both. Tradition also required they wed where land and sea met, and for that, Okoye could see no better place than Warrior Falls. It was fitting, and in some roundabout way, it would heal something in her she hadn’t quite found solace for yet. They’d create a new memory there, a better one. Yoltzin and her mother would watch the triplets, Nakia and Ayo would be her matrons of honor, and the Muscle Brain would escort her bridal procession. And she’d have henna this time. Maybe Mayan glyphs instead of the traditional patterns.

But the details weren’t so important as the man, and the man was perfect. 

Her mother’s insistent murmurings broke her from her idyllic reverie as she bustled around the room, grabbing Okoye’s support pillow and a few burping cloths while she pressed forward on her mission to secure herself a son-in-law. “I’m simply saying–”

“–as you’ve been saying–” Okoye mused, settling back into the rocking recliner and unfastening Ixazaluoh’s swaddling blanket with deft fingers. 

“–as I’ve been saying…” the matriarch looked ready to swat her with one of the burping cloths. “He would be an excellent husband. He will be an excellent husband. And you wouldn’t even be doing it just for you! Wouldn’t you like to give your mother a son-in-law? A good son-in-law?”

“Have I not just given you grandchildren?” Okoye asked in false exasperation. “Three grandchildren?” she added before her mother could protest. “Let’s adjust to them first, eh? Then, we can talk son-in-laws.”

Her mother huffed in acceptance as she stepped closer and helped Okoye arrange the baby and the support pillow for both their comfort. Ixazaluoh’s eyes blinked open slowly as she settled into Okoye’s arms. The depth of their color hadn’t fully settled yet, but they were dark and hooded, just like her brothers— just like Attuma’s. Her daughter huffed, face almost immediately scrunching into a frown, and her mother chuckled above them. 

She lifted her youngest from her swaddle and kissed her a few more times. “Good afternoon, intombi yam,” she whispered soft words against soft skin, “Your brothers are sleeping. Let’s not wake them just yet, hm?”

Ixazaluoh paid her no mind, nuzzling into Okoye’s shoulder with soft grunts. Patient was not an apt descriptor for their youngest; cuddles would come after food. 

Okoye balanced her daughter in one arm while undoing her dress with the other. Her mother kissed the side of her head, then Ixazaluoh’s, before excusing herself to go find Attuma and Toussaint. She nodded absently, repositioning Ixazaluoh, cradling her against her left breast and helping her latch before her sweet girl kicked up too much of a fuss. Okoye traced the ridge of her brow, lowly humming that same lullaby from her pregnancy. The soft woosh of the door sliding open alerted her to Attuma’s return, and she glanced up, smiling at the overflowing tray of snacks he carried. 

“I see she wasted no time,” her beloved said with a chuckle, setting down the tray on the small table between their chairs. 

“Does she ever?” Okoye replied, echoing his amusement. 

Attuma retook his seat and held out the cup of the peanut butter and date balls she’d asked for. She popped one into her mouth and smiled, humming in pure contentment. The man she loved smiled back, wide and warm, and Okoye never wanted to be anywhere else but here. 

With him and their children. 

In this space. 

In this time.

She couldn’t have prayed for anything better.  

~plus venire~

A/N: There's a long ass author's note on Ao3 if anyone cares to read that. It details my upcoming writing plans in a little more depth. I won't bore you with the specifics here 😂 Instead, I'll say thank you forever and always to the Attoye Fandom for their continual love and support. Sharing my writing has been a privilege, and I hope to continue as the years go on. Thank you to every reader and for every reblog, reply, comment, and kudos. You all make my heart ridiculously happy 💕

[hugejk]

hearts aglow - jb5

summary: idk really just based this off of hearts aglow by weyes blood

wc: idk it’s kinda long tho

"hearts aglow, we dont know where were going"

sitting at the counter in your kitchen, scrolling on your phone not knowing where jude is. He got off training almost an hour ago, he hasnt texted you in ages. you starte to worry but right as you went to tet him you hear the door swing open, "honey im home!" jude says as he dropped his bag. "Ive been worried sick jude, where have you been?" you say slightly angered as he hasnt texted you, but then jude reaches into his bag an pulls out a bag of your favorite snacks.

"i was so bored take me to the water babe, show me whats its like to be yours"

jude hugged you, taking in his scent. Somehow he smelt good for coming back from training. He puled away and looked you in your eyes, "i have a suprise for you.." You give him an eyebrow while looking him up an own, "whats the suprise?' you say. "its a suprise for a reason"" jude says with a cheeky grin.

"oh but baby your the only one who would drive me down to the pier, take me up on that ferris wheel"

"jude babe, i think we need gas.." you say as the tank is meter is barely on E. "yeah i think so too." jude says as hes stil focused on the road, pulling into the nearest gas station. "do you want any snacks?" he asks as hes getting our of the car. "no im good, you already got me enough snacks." you say chuckling a bit. You pull out your phone and start scrolling waiting for jude to finish. As he got back into the car he looks you up and down, mesmerized by your effortless beauty.

“you can’t control hearts aglow”

you watch as you pass by the lights of the inner city, wondering where jude is taking you. You pass by people with their families, loved ones, and friends. All walking into shops, laughing, eating, and talking. You can’t help to think of your family, how much you miss them. You come to a stop at a red light. “babe y’good?” jude asks in his thick accent. “yeah, just miss my family a little.” you say still looking out the window. “well hopefully this amazing suprise planned by the best boyfriend in the world will help cheer ya up” jude says as he steps on the gas pedal.

“might be the moon, or the cotton candy, or it might be a man, who finally understands me.”

you finally make it to the suprise destination, a small carnaval in a random old parking lot. Jude gets out and opens your door. He bows as you get out and you can’t help but laugh a little at his antics. Jude grabs your hand and leads you into the entrance, a small fee of 5 dollars per person. “i’m a bit hungry, you want anything?” jude says looking at all the food booths around you two. “Some funnel cake sounds really good right now.” you say hoping they have it. Seeing the booth that says “funnel cake” in bright lights makes you excited, you let go of jude’s hand without thinking and run over to the booth, getting in line enthusiastically. It takes a while for jude to come back to you, but once he does he puts his arm around your waist to let everyone know that youre his.

“cause i’ve been waiting for for my life to begin, for someone to light up my heart again”

after getting your food, you and jude casually walked around, pointing out the game booths, dogs casually walking around with no owners, some of the rides that sound interesting. Walking by one booth you see a stuffed animal of a seal (your favorite animal) and you immediately pull jude to the booth and beg him to win it for you. It was a simple game, get the rings onto the bottles to win a prize. Jude reluctantly agreed and you stood by him, watching how he flicked the rings onto the bottles, how his perfect face was contoured perfectly in all of the lights around him. You were so busy examining him, that you didn’t even see that he won the seal for you! As jude handed the stuffed seal to you, you pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek, thanking him.

“hearts aglow, we don’t know where we’re going”

as your night came to an end, jude insisted you two got on the ferris wheel to complete it. With your seal between your arm and torso, you agreed and made your way to the ferris wheel. It wasn’t one of those big ones, a tiny humble wheel with enough room to fit you two. As long as the wait was your started to think maybe it wasn’t worth it, but finally it was your turn. as you two got into the tiny cart, seal stuffed in between you two, it was finally time to start the ride. Taking in the beautiful view from above, all of the lights, all of the people, cars, and buildings. Jude turned your head towards him and gently kissed your lips, as unexpected as it was, it was quite enjoyable. As his lips moved with yours perfectly, he pulled away and gave you a soft smile. “i was waiting all night to do that.” he said as he held you hand. “i was expecting a kiss before we left.” you said playing with his hand.

“i love you.”

“imposible, i love you more.”

A/N: FIRST FIC DONE LETS GOOOOO 😛😛 pls tell me what you think because i genuinely don’t know what i wrote 😭

[arlertdarling]

hi!! congrats on hitting 100 🎉 so excited for the event !

so, can i request a fluff romantic drabble with rockstar AU! hange (yes it had me hooked) with the "rain" prompt ?

thank youu 💕

hii thank you so much! i’m glad you enjoyed it, i actually needed an excuse to write more rockstar!hange hehe, i hope you like it<3

RAIN

rockstar!hange x gn!reader, fluff, modern/rockstar au, established relationship, mention of drinking

this request is a part of my 100+ follower event; if you’re interested, check out this post!

it’s the day after flügel der freiheit’s final tour date. your flight back to germany isn’t until tomorrow morning and for once the band’s schedule is free of shows and rehearsals, so you and hange decide to go on a date!

you spend the afternoon sightseeing london, admiring gift shop window displays (occasionally going in to buy something), snapping photos at different tourist spots and landmarks and having snack breaks at cafés and park benches. a few times you worry that you’ve gotten lost, but hange is always one step ahead of you, asking strangers for directions in their thick german accent or even just taking it upon themselves to figure it out on their own and it somehow working out every time. you’re spotted by fans on multiple occasions, asking for a picture or hug that hange always enthusiastically agrees to; most of them recognise you too, inviting you to join in.

time flies and evening falls. you make your final stop at a quaint pub — quaint but certainly not quiet, as you had quickly discovered when you first entered — for a few drinks before getting ready to head back. it’s mid-november so the sky is already dark and the streets aglow with artificial light. once outside, you mean to start your walk to your bus stop, but the unexpected splashing of raindrops and the wave of puddle water from a passing car have you shuffling back under the pub’s awning.

“well, shit,” you comment with some amusement as you shiver from the damp chill in the air and wrap your arms around yourself. it’s obvious now, of course, but with all the noise and filled up window seats in the bar, you hadn’t seen nor heard the rain, and since you hadn’t planned on being out this long, you never actually checked the predicted weather for this hour. “so, uh...” you look at hange. “uber?” you suggest half-jokingly.

hange snorts. “scared of a little rain?” they tease as they pat your shoulder. “c’mon, we’ll be fine if we run.”

you grimace as you eye your bus stop, several hundred metres away. “it’s so far...”

“we can run fast,” they argue, still staring at you with that determined sparkle in their glasses.

you groan. “i don’t want to get wet,” you persist, but hange only shrugs off their leather jacket and hands it to you.

“problem solved!” they say with a smile before offering you their hand. “ready to go?”

you sigh. “i hate this,” you grumble, but you’re smiling with the jacket already over your head and your hand in theirs. you let hange tug you out into the pouring rain, clutching onto the faux leather collar for dear life. all around you, umbrellas hover over people’s heads. you’re barely able to keep up with hange’s pace as they dodge and maneuver around the people strolling past. you’re giggling the entire way despite your breathlessness and rain-soaked clothes. you don’t even realise you’ve made it until hange suddenly slows to a halt and you stumble into their back. with another chuckle, you scurry under the small roof and check when your bus is scheduled to arrive.

hange smoothes a hand over their messy hair. “you have to admit,” they say, as they perch their glasses on the top of their head. “that was really fun!”

you smile as you’re shaking off the loose droplets on hange’s jacket. “yeah, okay. it was a little fun.”

hange takes the jacket from you and pulls it over your shoulders.

“thanks,” you say softly. they beam at you and you only now notice the state of them: their white shirt made transparent from the onslaught of rain, their eyeliner smudged, their glasses fogged up and their hair all frizzy and soaked to the scalp. admittedly, they do look attractive like this, but you can’t help feeling a little guilty for making them run all this way without any cover.

hange startles you out of your thoughts with a playful peck on the lips. “don’t worry so much,” they assure you — because they know you so well that they can read your mind by now. “i’m used to being a mess, you know that. it’s my whole thing on stage, i thrive in chaos!” and it’s their devilish grin that finally convinces you and rids you of any bad feelings, leaving nothing but love and contentment at the turn out of the night. you’ve never seen the appeal in running or dancing in the rain, or doing anything in it, really, romantic or otherwise, but after today, you think you do. you think that as long as it’s with hange — their wild hair, toothy smiles and ruined makeup — you would love to do this again sometime.

[actual-bill-potts]

for the ficlet prompts- Finrod and Celebrimbor in Nargothrond before it all fell apart?

Finrod always enters a room in stages, or so it seems to Celebrimbor. In the forge, the ringing of hammers will turn golden and clear; in the dining room, conversations will all at once wind round and round one another with startling clarity; in the library, even the dust motes will seem to dance merrily. Then, the sound: a quick step, a bubbling voice, perhaps some absent-minded humming. Finally, the King of Nargothrond will step into the room, a latecomer behind his own joyous laughter.

It's an effect, Celebrimbor has learned, that all of Nargothrond knows and loves about Finrod, and he has become fond of it himself. So when he is wandering back to his room late one night and hears his own footfalls begin to ring out in harmonious cadence, he smiles to himself and looks up, ready to call a greeting - but the corridor is dark and empty.

Confused, he looks back and forth - his cloak swishes in response, hisht-hisht, like a dance; Finrod must be close - but he can see no sign of movement, until - there! The flick of a cloak, just rounding a corner!

Celebrimbor hurries forward to catch him. Turning after the cloak, he sees a figure, hooded and with its back to him, but unmistakably Finrod all the same, the shadows about him dancing merrily.

"Finrod!" he calls, and is rewarded with a startled shriek and the thoroughly unexpected sight of his king leaping into the air as though he were a horse clearing a hedge.

"Celebrimbor!" Finrod exclaims, shaking his golden hair back in a waterfall from his face. "Ah - hello?"

Celebrimbor bursts into laughter. "Hello, Finrod! I did not mean to, er, interrupt - what were you doing?"

Finrod sniffs, still gathering himself up, rings somehow managing to flash in time as he brushes his fingers through his hair a little too casually. "I was - walking. Subtly."

"Subtly?" Celebrimbor repeats. "Tell me, how does one walk subtly, O King?"

"With great care," Finrod says with dignity, "particularly when one does not want to be accosted by one's unfeeling relatives."

Celebrimbor grins. "Most humble apologies! My poor head cannot keep up with the laws in Nargothrond, it would seem. I thought only to greet my beloved lord and relative, but it appears that in doing so I have caused grave offense! Shall I demand a ransom as well, ere I must flee the long arm of justice?"

"Very well, very well," Finrod says, only a little crossly. "If you must know, I was - sneaking."

"You?" Celebrimbor says. He cannot find anything else to say, so he repeats himself. "You? I could sense you from around two corners and at least three horse-lengths away. You've never snuck anywhere in your life."

Finrod tries to look both extremely affronted and insouciant at the same time, and succeeds only in looking mildly annoyed. "Untrue, young one! I was sneaking my way into kitchens and interesting conversations ere your father's fëa was anything more than a vague idea. I was never caught."

Celebrimbor decides to ignore this blatant falsehood in favor of satisfying his curiosity. "Where are you walking with such great subtlety then, O King?"

Finrod looks slightly shifty, then sighs. "If you must know," he says, in a very stately voice indeed, "I am avoiding your valiant, brave, and extremely persistent uncle. I made the mistake of agreeing, in a fit of unaccountable politeness the other day, that dandelions did indeed make a delicious snack in a pinch. I even went so far as to say I missed them, as they do not grow in our gardens; and today he entered my chambers all aglow and all but thrust a bundle in my face, demanding I eat them. I made a lucky escape via appointment, and I have been avoiding him since."

Celebrimbor is bewildered. "Do you not like the leaf of the dandelion?"

"No! In fact I hate it!" Finrod nearly wails. "But I cannot tell him that!"

"Why did you tell him you liked it in the first place?" Celebrimbor demands.

Finrod looks helpless. "He looked so eager! Asking me and do you not think dandelion leaves are a rare delicacy? in front of half the court! I couldn't say no!"

"You...you couldn't?" Celebrimbor asks.

Finrod sighs, mournfully. "I wouldn't expect one of Fëanor's line to understand."

Celebrimbor cannot keep from laughing at his expression. "It does not take someone of Fëanáro's fire to express a mild preference!"

"Ah, but you know your uncle! Disagreeing with him on any aspect of woodcraft is like as not to give affront."

"That I must grant," Celebrimbor agrees with a sigh. Then he stops. "Did you say, in front of half the court? The chefs will be hearing about this, you realize! My uncle is now the least of your worries!"

Finrod looks at him in mute horror.

Laughing, Celebrimbor relents. "Come, it cannot be so bad! Dandelions are so very mild!"

Finrod makes a face. "That's the problem. They have no taste, and one must chew and chew them. They're awful."

"Well," Celebrimbor says, clapping him on the shoulder, "Take heart, Finrod! This too shall pass! Summer is drawing to a close, and not even my uncle can find dandelions much later in the year."

"That is true," Finrod agrees, but he sounds doubtful. "In any case, I am for bed, as you should be as well!" He turns to go, then stops. "And I can too sneak," he says, aggrieved. "I am King of a hidden kingdom! My subtlety knows no bounds!"

"I am sure," Celebrimbor agrees, for lack of anything else to say.

"Well then! As long as we are in agreement!" Finrod says, eyes twinkling. "Good night, Celebrimbor."

"Good night!" Celebrimbor calls, and turns back to his own chambers.

[mable-stitchpunk]

Going Home in a Box: Chapter 73 - Teaser

Nobody expected a raceway to be quiet.

The sound of clattering go-karts barely made it over the rev of their engines, the laughter of the drivers, and the plethora of onlookers, both kids and adults. The ambience music playing overhead peppered with the atmospheric sounds of revving and skidding from the mounted speakers. Automated announcements luring patrons to stop by the line of snack bars or announcing birthday parties in the party garages. It was so much that one couldn’t hear themselves think, let alone hear anything else.

It was a busy day at the raceway. Being the Pizzaplex’s arguably most popular attraction it often was packed, but today those numbers had doubled. There were people everywhere, and the line to get on the racetrack was backed up nearly to the door.

Though strict guidelines meant only a limited number of racers could be on the track at once. While this should’ve been for the safety of the racers, it was more for the safety of the brand.

A couple of rowdy teens were leading the way around the track, taking any chance to try and push each other out of the way like it was a game of bumper cars. This was strictly not allowed, but with the cutbacks on human staff there wasn’t anyone to stop them. They whizzed by on the track, causing a scene and catching a lot of attention from onlookers.

Until one of the karts bumped and shuddered as it ran over something. The teen driving it acknowledged the occurrence for a second before returning his attention to his race with his friend.

Neither realized how fortunate they were. His tire had caught on a rough, cracking section of track and if he hadn’t been going as fast as he was, the concrete could’ve easily caved under his wheel. They had gotten away by the skin of their teeth.

The next kart was not nearly so lucky.

Driving slowly and staying on a steady track, there came a younger boy steering a kart with help from a Driver Assist Bot, a Staff Bot mounted in the kart to help children drive on their own. These karts were heavier, these bots were programmed to drive slower, and they could recognize and avoid other drivers, but they could not see nor recognize more insidious dangers. Such as the deceptively shallow cracks spiderwebbing out across the track.

The kart drove directly over those cracks when they suddenly failed.

All at once the track failed and the track collapsed in. The kart’s front-left wheel was sucked down into the hole, tipping the kart over so far that it nearly fell over but was still lodged upright. The boy cried out in surprise at the sudden motion and soon found himself staring at a tilted world and the crumbling concrete. He struggled against his seatbelt, but it was locked into place, and he couldn’t release it, and the Driver Assist Bot could do little more than request for him to return them to the track.

The kart was still revving, trying to free itself but only succeeded in wearing away more of the broken pavement.

“Mom!” the boy screamed. He tried to yank himself out and the kart lurched down further, now teetering at the point of no return. Burying itself deeper into the track, which was coming up to meet him. “MOM!”

All at once another small portion of the cracked track fell in. This was enough to drop the kart in further and send it falling over. The boy looked up at the road coming towards him with the weight of the bot and the kart trapping him underneath.

A clawed hand caught the edge of the kart, saving the boy mere seconds before being crushed.

The kart was hoisted back up and a familiar face peered underneath, her yellow eyes aglow and illuminating the underside of the vehicle. It was Roxanne Wolf.

“Help me!” the boy yelled in a panic.

“I’ve got you, kid,” Roxy promised. Her tone cool, her eyes determined, and she reached under to try and release the seatbelt. When it didn’t, she grabbed ahold and ripped it free from the kart. The boy fell out and across her arm and she pulled him out.

By now there was an audience watching. Both onlookers from beside the track and other go-karts that had stopped to watch the scene. She had already sent out a warning to stop all the Driver Assist Bots, so now all she had to worry about was this one and this kart, which had stopped peeling at her command but was now sitting in this hole. She switched out her hand for her foot and flipped the kart with her leg. It landed back onto its wheels with a crash, the motion pulling its front tire free of the hole.

Roxy didn’t spare it a second glance as she strode past the kart with the boy still in her arms. She looked around for any sign of his mother amongst the slew of onlookers and instead caught sight of an employee running up- too little too late, in her opinion.

“Roxy! Roxy! You’re not supposed to be on the track! We’ve been through this!” the man scolded.

Her head snapped to him in offense at his chastising- like someone was scolding their dog. To think that a kid almost got in a serious accident and this joker showed up to lecture her on stepping in. She was about to chew him out, wring him out and hang him to dry, but she didn’t have a chance to do so.

“There’s a hole!” one of the older kids in the stopped karts cried out. “That kid drove into a hole, and it flipped the kart over-!”

“It’s right there! Look! There’s a hole!” This girl pointed down the track towards the hole.

“It fell!” another called.

A chorus of more kids called for Roxy’s defense and finally the employee climbed up onto the edge of the track to see what they were talking about. It took him only moments to spot the roughed-up kart and the sizeable hole in the track and went pale.

Roxy took only the slightest bit of joy in his expression. She would’ve loved to smirk at him, but this was barely a victory.

“Mom!”

She looked down at the boy and followed his eyes and forward lean right to a woman sprinting up to the track, struggling to get past the crowd that had formed. Clearly the boy’s mother, likely having been waiting at the kart boarding and unloading zone.

Roxy ignored the worker and carried the boy to his frantic mother, who was so worked up by the whole thing that she hugged him tight and peppered out apologies like Roxy was a person and not animatronic. She gave a cool nod and headed off towards the register.

Unfortunately, there were a few humans running the register for the raceway, largely to help mediate the large flow of visitors. Staff Bots were effective but could get tripped up and slow down a line. These employees were more startled by Roxy coming in to grab merchandise out of the back than the fact that the raceway had just caved in- word spread fast, they had to know. Not that they were doing anything about it.

One especially feisty woman was trying to corral her, to no avail. Roxy walked right past her and collected a box of keychains and a child sized raceway-themed shirt. One she was sure would match the size of the boy. She then strode out without even offering a word.

It didn’t take her too long to locate the mother and son again. By now the medical crew had arrived, which consisted of two people who looked too young to have any form of medical degree- in Roxy’s opinion- the two security guards, and some of the on-call technicians. The group both checking on the boy and trying to get details.

“I’ll tell you what happened,” Roxy announced as she strode up. She then promptly ignored them and turned all of her attention on the boy standing alongside his mother, crouching down to his level.

She made sure he knew how much of a ‘brave little man’ he was as she gave him his new shirt and a keychain for good measure. The boy still seemed shaken, but he ate up her attention, and she made sure to give him the VIP treatment.

Then she started passing out keychains to any children she could reach. In her opinion it was better to keep guests happy, even if a little trinket wasn’t even a band-aid solution. What was Fazbear Entertainment going to do, stop her? One of the technicians tried, all it took was a sharp look to get him to back off. They might’ve gotten away with pushing Freddy and Chica around, but she would be a dead-last loser before she let them tread on her toes.

There was at least one technician who was willing to hear her out about what happened without any antics, and that was Delilah. Of course it was Delilah. She was one of the only female technicians and the only one who Roxy ever let work on her, when given the choice.

Though once Chaz showed up everything defaulted to him but by then Roxy had already spoken her peace and went to placate the crowd as they called for guests to leave the raceway. A good decision in Roxy’s opinion. She would rather have the raceway shut down than have it open with the main attraction barred off. That would just be embarrassing. It was all or nothing in her eyes. At least her presence, mingling with the crowd, gave the kids that one-on-one experience.

But once they were gone, or mostly gone, Roxy headed downstairs and secluded herself into an empty party garage. She needed a minute alone to recollect herself and couldn’t risk getting attention crossing the Pizzaplex when she wasn’t at her best.

She combed back her hair as she walked into the small party room, walking around in a circle between the tables before stopping at one, resting her hands on it. It was crazy to think that a kid almost got hurt and that her own raceway had a collapse.

…

…

…A collapse from the same cracks she had reported DAYS AGO.

With a frustrated snarl, Roxy slammed her fists down on the flimsy table. She didn’t expect it to buckle and collapse at her feet. She looked down startled at it. Was everything around here so cheaply made? No wonder Monty kept breaking stuff.

Having let off a little steam, she gave a small sigh, groomed back her mane once more and shook it out, and then turned to head the party garage. It was fine. They came for her, not just the go-karts. She would just have to work harder to keep the customers happy. She could do that, and maybe then the technicians could get off their asphalt dragging backends and fix her raceway.

She pushed her way past a Staff Bot investigating the sound of the breaking table with a deflated, “Move,” and walked off to finish off an already exhausting day.

[a-dauntless-daffodil]

ITS ALMOST HALLOWEEN!!! MY NEW PONY OC IS READY

Wither Pumpkin’s Pattern Patch: Whither you go, pumpkins aglow!

Wither Pumpkin keeps a pumpkin patch at the edge of the Dark Woods. She spends all afternoon wandering around, watering, tending, and admiring the her pumpkin friends, who all have names! When evening comes she picks up her chalk and uses it to draw a special face or pattern on the pumpkins, making sure it’s the one they will be happy with. Then her assistant hedgehogs nibble out the carvings, while she places specially made candles inside to make the patterns glow! The candles are made of the pumpkin’s stem and will always give light, as long as the new jack o’lantern is fed sweet snacks like raisins and candy corn. Wither Pumpkin gives these lanterns to anyone going into the Dark Wood to help keep them safe and happy as they travel. “I love the dark,” Wither Pumpkin chuckles, lighting the candle in her newest lantern, “I want to show off how pretty it makes everything, and give people a chance to explore it without fear!”

Her hedgehog friend, Snacker Lantern, is very proud of her creations and loves making pumpkin pies and tarts out of the leftovers. “Wither Pumpkin has an eagle eye for pumpkins!” says Snacker Lantern. “And I should know, because I do too!”

At the end of the night, Wither Pumpkin and her friend go home to her giant pumpkin house and curl up by the cinnamon and allspice fireplace to rest- but only AFTER making sure all the lantern lights have been safely blown out!   

Wither Pumpkin’s Pattern Patch playset: - Wither Pumpkin pony toy, with brushable mane and tail. - Green pumpkin vine themed hair comb. - Two smaller toy hedgehogs, Snacker Lantern and Cruncher Jack. - Hollow toy pumpkin with three swapable face attachments. - Smaller glow in the dark toy candle shaped like a twisting vine stem. - Pie tin toy container with baked pie top lid, able to hold all the pumpkin face attachments. - Large carved pumpkin house container, which unfolds in half and fits all the other toys inside.     - Back card with description and illustrations.

[hournites]

Idk if you’re still taking hournite requests but if you are can you do one about them kissing after a stake out because I’m a sucker for hourman!rick sweeping Beth off her feet and you’re the best writer of them!!! No pressure! Hope you have a great day! Love your writing <333

"This is a dud." The ground shook when Hourman landed from his jump out of the scouting tree. "I'm out."

"Rick!" Courtney groaned, lowering down from her vantage point higher up the evergreen that touched the boarding school's estate, whispering through clenched teeth. She pointed her staff at him. Cosmo's light swerved up and down in response, quiet with the faintest of glows. "We're being discreet!"

He stretched his neck, rolling it around. Wildcat and Dr. Mid-Nite slowly emerged from their own hiding, shooting each other helpless looks.

"Who cares? We've been here for three hours. My hour's about to give up. Nothing is happening here, let's leave."

The long claws of Yolanda's suit gloves tapped impatiently against her folded arms. "He's right, Court. I get that you think the Helix Institute is freaky, but we already questioned Nurse Love and Director Bones. Nothing weird has happened since they thought we left here."

"Not you too!" Courtney exclaimed. Her curls whipped back and forth as she whirled around, trying to rally support from Beth, the last of her team members to yet chime in on the fate of her precious stake out. "Dr. Mid-Nite?"

Beth hesitated, checking the time. "It's almost 3 AM in the morning. Don't you have that math test to study for, Court?"

Yolanda smacked Courtney's arm. "You have a math test?!"

"Hey!" Courtney struck out Cosmo, flying above ground to avoid the attack. "It's fine! I studied! I've got it handled!"

Rick sucked in an annoyed breath. "You need to study. Beth skipped dinner for this and Yolanda needs to get back home before her mom sends her here next."

Courtney's face brightened, suggesting her eyebrows rising behind her blue mask, a horrible idea obviously cooking in her head. She opened her mouth. "What if Yo--"

"No!" vetoed Rick and Beth simultaneously. Beth looked surprised at their matched adamant tone, and even more so at the wink he shot her when he noticed her still looking.

Yolanda jutted her hand out with a glare. "Girl don't even go there!"

"I've got night vision and snacks," said Beth, always taking one for the team. "You're the one with the test, Courtney. I don't mind staying a little longer with Rick until his hour is fully done."

Courtney looked like she wanted to protest, but Cosmo chirped, dragging her onto the path in the opposite direction of the school. "Whoa!"

"See?" said Rick. Even the staff agreed. Case closed.

"Okay, sheesh! I get it! I get it!"

Yolanda waved before jogging to follow. "We'll meet up again tomorrow."

Beth lifted the goggles from above her eyes, incredulous at Rick's aloofness as they waited around in the dark. "You're not going to convince me to leave, too?" She dug into one of the pockets of her yellow and black suit for a granola bar. Two bites into it, she turned to glance again, still waiting for a reply.

"It'll be over soon." He tapped at the base of his hourglass. The sand was aglow, tilting into the slightest pile at the edge of the pinhole.

"I thought you were itching to get out of here."

"I was...but..." He craned his neck upwards, looking back to the evergreen. It was a nice view, eerie institute aside, and the moon was out. The other girls got to climb and fly high, but Beth always stayed grounded. It wasn't fair she always missed out on seeing the sights. Holding out his gloved hand, he reached for Beth.

She tucked her granola bar away, interest piqued. "But?"

"Do you trust me?"

"Are you seriously Aladdin-ing me right now?"

He cracked a smile. "I don't have a magic carpet."

She levelled him a look. "You're my boyfriend for a reason. Yes, I trust you."

"Nice to hear. Hold tight." He took her hand, and secured it around his neck. It was just enough time for Beth to yelp when he started moving. She clung onto his cape, hooking one leg around his hip as he launched up to dangle from the lowest tree branch, effortlessly climbing up until they were at eye-level with the school's roof. Beth shuffled, sitting with one hand bracing the trunk like her life relied on it gazing around in the open air.

"It's pretty, right?"

Beth, still winded and a little speechless, nodded her head. She smiled at the way he looked at her instead of the starry night and moon. He was proud of his trick and she knew it. He managed to sweep her off (and sixteen ft above) her feet.

She fixed her goggles on again, scanning the area with her new vantage point. Just as Rick was about to ask what she was looking for, she gasped, grabbing his hand. "An owl!" she whispered excitedly, pointing at the next tree. "It's watching us, look!"

There was indeed an owl perched on the branch a few feet away. Its black eyes grew in size as it stared at its unexpected guests.

"Are we, uh, disturbing him?"

Beth tapped the side of her goggles. "It's a girl, she's a Barred Owl. Five years old." She flipped a switch, entering X-Ray mode. "And currently digesting her last meal." Beth winced, removing her goggles so she wouldn't have to watch more of the owl eating its dinner.

"Definitely disturbing, then. Maybe she's Hootie's cousin," Rick joked, humouring her.

"Maybe."

"We should leave her alone."

"Is that why you brought me here?" Her eyes fell to his lips. "For privacy?"

"Do you think we need it?" Rick was so close, Beth wasn't gripping the trunk for support anymore, instead she leaned into his space until her back fit against his suit. His arm securely wrapped around her. Better at heights, she may be, he'd still never let her fall. Her hair tickled his nose when he tipped his chin down.

"I'd never say no," she breathed.

Rick kissed her smile. She sighed, bringing a hand to his cheek, mask and all. She cupped his face and pressed another kiss when the last one ended and the sandglass was empty. "We're going to be so tired at school."

"Did you want to get down?"

"No."

"Me neither."

end.

[centuryberry]

@peachshadows / @terrible-leviathan May I present you the Tea Party chapter!

It all started with an invitation.

It had been MK’s idea. He knew his little sister well and caught onto her sadness whenever Wukong had to leave to perform his duties as the Emperor. Yes, she was thoroughly entertained every day by her Uncles who, as Macaque loathed to admit it, were nothing but good and doting to her. Even Peng, as impossible as it sounded. But what A-Dan wanted the most was her Baba to sit down and play with her without being distracted by his duties.

MK, with a stroke of genius inspired by what he learned under Peng’s tutelage, decided to make her wish come true. An “official” tea party hosted by the Princess herself would be a legitimate reason to draw Wukong away from his duties for a good amount of time. It would be more “real” than the usual games that A-Dan played, but that was more of a win for the little monkey, who was over the moon at the thought of a party just for her.

Macaque watched as his daughter poured her little heart and soul into the project in front of her. Armed with crayons, A-Dan decorated the paper in front of her with peaches, clouds, smiley faces, and all the other bright, sweet things she associated with her Baba. With her Gege’s help, she wrote out her message in shaky characters in ink and stamped the end of the message with an ink-stained paw.

“Baba. You are invited to A-Dan’s Tea Party. Location: Flower Fruit Mountain. Time: Next week. Pretty dresses are a must!”

The text was near-illegible, but it was the thought and effort that counted. Macaque would be delivering the message himself so nothing would be lost in translation.

“Of course I’ll come, Moonlight!” Wukong enthused. He looked at the handmade invitation with no little awe. “A-Dan already knows how to write?”

“MK helped,” Macaque admitted. “But she knew how to write her own name by herself. And look at how she took the initiative to personalize the message by adding her own paw print!”

“She’s so talented.”

“I know, right?”

Macaque settled against Wukong’s side on the throne and listened indulgently as his husband continued to gush over A-Dan’s “masterpiece.” There’s no doubt that Wukong would be layering it with high-class protection and preservation spells usually reserved for priceless artwork and important documents when he had the chance.

There were other invitations to deliver, of course. A-Dan had wanted all of her family and friends to be there, after all. For DBK and Princess Iron Fan, he sent a clone to deliver the message. For the rest of the Brotherhood, Macaque sent the palace servants to deliver their invitations. His relationship with Peng and Yellow Tusk may have changed into something more civil, but he still wouldn’t go the extra mile for them.

For Azure, reviving an invitation period was more generous than he deserved. But A-Dan wanted the “Kitty” to be there, so Macaque would be the bigger demon and temporarily allow the mangy feline into his home.

The week went by quickly. On the day of the party, Flower Fruit Mountain’s palace was aglow with lights and decorations. Fruits, teas, and snacks were prepared aplenty.

A-Dan waited with excitement for her guests for most of the day, unable to keep still. Her little hanfu was a delightful mix of light pinks and lilac. Replacing the usual embroidered flowers, her dress was decorated with clouds to add to the whimsical feel of her hanfu. To make up for the lack of flowers in her dress, A-Dan had a single apple blossom tucked behind her ear.

Macaque himself was dressed in a less-formal hanfu. Instead of keeping his regal colors, he decided that a softer purple was more suitable for the occasion. Instead of golden jewelry, plum blossoms adorned his head, spelled to not wither or fall off for the entire day as also done to the flower adorning his daughter.

To Macaque’s amusement, everyone came to the party in dresses. The whole lot of them must’ve bled the Spider Clan dry with their last-minute requests just so they could be suitably dressed for the party. As loathed as he was to admit it, all of his husband’s sworn brothers chose good colors and designs. A-Dan jumped and clapped at the sight of them while Macaque cheekily took out a camera and snapped pictures.

“Was that necessary, Macaque?” Peng hissed as he blinked rapidly and rubbed the flash from his eyes. Macaque had to admit that the blues and the greens of his hanfu suited him.

Well. Suited him the way gaudy feathers suited peacocks.

“Awww, but how else was I supposed to immortalize your beauty?” Macaque mockingly cooed before snapping another picture. It was of A-Dan hanging off of Yellow-Tusk’s black and white sleeves. “C’mon, don’t be shy now. Give me your best smiles!”

Peng flustered at his words. “Well- you- I- At least get me at my good angle if you must!”

Macaque chuckled and snapped a few more pictures. Reluctantly, he snapped one of Azure too since A-Dan jumped onto his shoulder to play with his mane.

Dark blue, silver, and white. The colors that actively opposed Macaque’s preference to red, gold, and black. He wasn’t stupid nor was he blind. Even now, Azure was making digs at Macaque’s position as Wukong’s Empress and Wife. As noble and well-meaning as Azure liked to make himself appear, Macaque knew better.

No one “noble” would actively pursue an already taken and married person, especially not one who was very happily married and the father of two.

But for today, Macaque wouldn’t give into his urges to bare his teeth and lash out at Azure’s petty baiting. Unlike him, Macaque could set aside his personal feelings tonight for A-Dan.

“Make way, you oafs. I want to hold my niece.”

Princess Iron Fan not-so-subtly elbowed Azure as she plucked A-Dan from her perch. Macaque hid a smile at his sworn sister’s blatant retaliation for the quiet insult the Celestial Beast had given him. She had grown up in the same court as he had, so she knew of Azure’s games.

“Auntie Fan!” A-Dan cheered at the sight of Macaque’s sworn sister. She settled into her regal aunt's arms and greeted her with happy chirps. The steel in her gaze softened into something more indulgent as she allowed A-Dan to ‘ooh’ and ‘aah’ at the colors and embroidery of her hanfu.

While his sister was by no means a weak person, Macaque knew that the Samadhi Fire left many lasting scars to the Bull Family - one of them being the fact that there would never be another child born from the union between Demon Bull King and Princess Iron Fan. Macaque knew that his sworn sister didn’t yearn for children as desperately as he did, but he knew that she gave A-Dan all the warmth and softness she couldn’t spare for her only heir and the children who could never be.

Behind her, DBK watched his wife and niece with a soft look in his eyes. He looked awkward in his dress, but did not raise a voice of complaint. He didn’t even bother to look the slightest bit apologetic at his wife’s actions towards Azure. Once, he may have risen to the other’s defense as he had admired the Celestial Beast during their younger years, but meeting and marrying Iron Fan had reforged his alliances and loyalties. Macaque was grateful for the silent yet steady support his Brother Ox gave him now as A-Dan’s uncle and MK’s soon-to-be father-in-law.

Macaque’s six ears flicked as he heard his husband and son finish changing into their dresses. Macaque had prepared them by his own hand before the invitation was sent out. He turned towards the doorway they would come out of and readied his camera. He didn’t want to miss a moment of this.

Wukong stepped into the room and all eyes fell on him. Even as he snapped away, Macaque beheld his husband through the camera and thought, not for the first time, that he was beautiful.

Instead of dressing Wukong in regal blues, reds, and golds, Macaque decided to dress him in soft pinks - like the peaches he adored and the blush of a new dawn. Peach flowers adorned his hair to compliment the plum blossoms in Macaque’s. With an impish smirk, the Emperor of the Three Realms twirled around and posed.

“How do I look?”

Beautiful. Breathtaking. Wonderous. More light and free than he’s ever been since he took the Jade Throne. It was as if Macaque had been the one sent back into time to the days when it was just them frolicking in the mountain with Wukong leading and Macaque always following.

“Absolutely ravishing, my king,” Azure’s suggestive purr cut through Macaque’s love-dazed thoughts. It soured the mood immediately.

This shameless beast! Panting and drooling after Wukong while Macaque and A-Dan were right there!

Macaque was all but ready to throw himself at Azure and rip off his mouth with his claws for his utter gall. But then, as if summoned by his mother’s murderous thoughts, MK stepped out in his dress.

Macaque’s eldest kept his usual yellows and oranges. While the colors would usually be eye-catching and sharp, his son managed to make the colors look warm and inviting. The hanfu softened his features and complimented the orange blossoms in his hair. MK’s tail swayed from side to side shyly but he kept his back straight and proud under the many eyes on him.

“Goodness,” Macaque heard his sworn sister murmuring with delight to her husband, “our son will be absolutely beside himself when he realizes that he missed this.”

“He will blame us,” DBK rumbled back with amusement heavy in his tone.

“Oh, most certainly.”

Red Son had, regrettably, been left behind to oversee his parent’s domain. Macaque generously took a few photos of MK standing alone, noting to himself to print out some copies for Red Son the next time the Bull King’s heir came to visit.

A-Dan eagerly came up to the both of them with stars shining in her eyes.

“Baba! Gege! Pretty! Prettyprettypretty!”

Wukong let out a joyful laugh as he swept his daughter up into his arms. “Says the prettiest princess in the party!” He kissed her little cheek and began to spin her around. Her giggles and his laughter filled the entire space. It was pure happiness in physical form. It was a dance without song.

Wukong made a wonderful father. Macaque had always known it and he was happy that his husband realized it too. Even though he acknowledged with a hint of sadness that this was only temporary, he comforted himself with the knowledge that this was their future.

Now, if only a certain shameless lion would stop ogling his husband, everything would be perfect -

“Heeeeeey, Uncle Lion. Dancing sure looks fun! Why don’t we take a crack at it? I’ll lead!” MK once again came in between Macaque and Azure. His eldest’s appearance snapped the beast out of his blatant staring, changing his look of desire to pure confusion to amusement.

Unbeknownst to Azure, MK glanced back at Macaque. The moment their eyes met, Macaque realized that MK knew. He saw and recognized what was in Azure’s heart and took it upon himself to shepherd him away from the center of the party before he spoiled the mood.

For the rest of the tea party, Macaque relaxed and enjoyed himself. He watched his husband and daughter dance. He laughed as his clumsy son stepped on his dancing partner’s toes. He gossiped with Iron Fan. He poured tea. He passed plates filled with food and snacks down the table. He ate fruit. He had fun.

When was the last time he had fun like this?

Macaque looked around himself and, for a moment, thought back of the past where he was surrounded by his brothers, who all feasted and laughed at a similar table. He hasn’t been as happy then but now…with MK and A-Dan…

Macaque felt Wukong take his hand and squeeze it. “What are you thinking about, Moonlight?”

“Just that I’m lucky and happy and that I love you.”

Wukong purred at that and pulled him forward for a quick kiss. “Me too. Today wouldn’t have happened without you. I don’t think all of us came together like this in a long time. Thank you.”

Even as their attention eventually wandered to different conversations, Wukong and Macaque didn’t let go of each other for the rest of the party. Not for a moment.

[sunny6677]

The Drunken Night.

A Streber X Male! Reader.

1/2

SUMMARY: Y/N bumps into a drunk Streber on the street while walking during the middle of the night, in the month of February, on the day of the 14th, in 2013.

TWS: FLIRTING, ALCOHOL, SLIGHT PROFANITY.

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The black-covered sky shone down with specks of stars, gleaming above the small town. The stars were burning, shining, millions of light years away as they glimmering in the midnight sky. It was midnight, yet even so, most of the town remained awake. It was because tonight had been a special night, a most important night. It was the night of February 14th, 2013. Valentines Day. Ah, how wondrous! The day of love had passed, and the night of love was beginning to proceed.

Beneath the night sky had been a side street, where blaring lights were aglow. Each and every one of them illuminated on the walls of other buildings, and onto the ground as well, giving it a yellowish tint. The air was cold, chilling. Loud muffled techno music played from inside of a building, and multi-color lights flickered to different colors every few seconds. The night of love had just begun, and the night of love would continue for only a few hours before proceeding to the normal morning.

A figure then stepped out of the wooden door frame, and closed the door behind themselves. The figure sighed, barely leaning against the door with an overwhelming sense of exhaustion clinging to their face.

They blinked, their gaze half-lidded as they stared up at the door head for a brief moment, bathing in the air of the light pollution which had made the stars appear invisible to the eyes of a human being. It was unfortunate, how humanity wasn't physically capable enough to see the specks of light through the light which polluted the air.

The figure had been Y/N, a male in his 20s. He had only come to the blaring, glowing, multi-color lighted building interior for a short time to have some fun on a night of which he would be alone.

But the loud music of which made it feel like his ears were bleeding, and the smell of cigarette smoke, alcohol, and a sweet vanilla scent that he couldn't quite place was too overwhelming for him to bare. And so, he led himself out after being nearly trampled by the multiple people surrounding him. There were just so many people. Just so many. Why on earth were there so many?

Of course, he knew the answer. It was Valentines Day, and most wanted to celebrate it in their own way. Some would spend the night with their lover inside of their home and most likely cuddled up on the couch, some would take their lover out to a resturant, some would take their lover to the most expensive date they would ever pay for in their life.

But he knew that of course, some would prefer to spend the night of love in a club. Even if he didn't exactly understand why. He had been thinking about having himself some Tequila or maybe a good shot of Vodka, but the overwhelming presence of the club was enough to want to make him leave. Perhaps it was a good decision to not get wasted or tipsy, especially at night.

Sighing, he walked down the short gray concrete stairs, and began to walk around the concrete street which had been littered with random garbage, such as random wrappers of snacks and occasionally unfinished food. 'Forget this,' he thinks, 'I'm just gonna get a snack somewhere and then I'll go back home. I already wanna go home anyway.'

As he walked down the street, he took in the presence of the dim yet lit streetlights, which had been making the darkened space a lot more brighter than it actually was. He had to admit, he felt a little unsafe in such an environment, to the point of quickening his pace a little as he stuffed his hands inside of his pockets. He had been wearing a fuzzy jacket with a line of fur on the hoodie, since he did not wish to freeze on such an unbearable and cold night.

As he continued to walk foward, he spotted what looked to be another figure limping and dragging their hand against the walls of the buildings they were walking next to. He tilted his head, a flinch of concern filling his head as he slowed down his pace and looked at the person. The figure seemed weirdly familiar. The outline of the hair, the short height, the little mannerisms.. did he know this person?

Walking closer, he stopped in his tracks completely to get a better look at the person, incase he really did know them. He squinted, barely making out their appearance in the darkened atmosphere of the night. But as he looked harder, he realized.. he did know the person. His eyes widened, and his breathing quickened a little in surprise. The fluffy hair which had a small fleck at the bottom, the red glasses, the worryingly pale skin.. it had been..

"Streber?"

Y/N utters, taking a cautious step closer as he reaches out a hand. The figure stops, and looks at him with half-lidded eyes that held an exhausted feeling. The figure then smiles, recognition flaring in their gaze. "Y/N.. its you.."

Surely enough, it is Streber. It wasnt hard to tell, even in such a dark atmosphere which had been stained with the black cold aura of the night. He(Streber) gave off a smell, mixed in with the sweet and slightly sour scent of candy of which he had probably recently eaten, the scent of the familiar scent of books which had probably been from the comics he would constantly read, the unfamiliar scent he would rarely give off which smelt rancid and stale.. it was coming from his breath, which obviously meant he consumed something, or drank something even.

Y/N approached, his eyes glazed with confusion and worry as he takes a few steps closer. "Dude, are you okay?" He asked, worry sinking into his chest as he holds out a hand. Streber took one step closer, and before either of them knew it, his body nearly plummeted towards the ground.

Y/N yelped in surprise, and sprung to action immediately, sinking to the ground and lifting his arms underneath Strebers, lifting him up before he can fall. Y/N looked at him, unease settling in his gaze as he stared down at him. "Wha—What happened?" Y/N stammers, bringing Streber a bit closer.

Streber hummed a hum of euphoric madness, letting out giggles of pure enjoyment as he unsteadily tilted his head around as if he were a bobblehead. "No—Nothin' happened, silly.. I'm fine.. heheheh.." He chuckled, his eyes half-lidded and his gaze barely remaining stable as he stared up at Y/N. As he continued to chuckle, Y/N spoke in a concerned tone, "Are—Are you drunk?"

"No, you're drunk!" Streber said in response, pointing towards Y/N accusingly with a mischevious grin. After a second of silence, he then bursts into a hysterical fit of laughter. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry—" Streber frantically says, his tone sounding almost as if he's choking with laughter, snickering to himself as he waves a hand, physically gesturing in some form of apologizing.

Y/N chuckles a little too, though it's more nervous than anything. Y/N slides beside Streber, putting a hand on his shoulder, as Streber desperately tries to muffle his laughter with his hand. "Dude, are you sure you're okay?" Y/N asks again, amusement still in his tone, though concern was still present.

"Yeah, yeah.. I'm fiinnne.. I'm so finnee..." Streber replies, gesturing with his hands in an exaggerated manner as he keeps nearly leaning down to the point of falling each second. "I'm fine.. lemme show you.." Streber then walks foward, and lazily swings his hand upward, before gripping his hand around Y/N's hand, and shaking it. "Hi, I'm fine.. nice to meet you.." After saying that, Streber yet again bursts into hysterical laughter, wheezing a little as he nearly falls on his knees from the sheer force of laughter.

Y/N laughs, a little nervous because of Streber nearly falling every minute or so. "Oh, c'mon now.." Y/N says, smiling in an amused way as he stares down at Streber. "I'm sorry, man, I'm sorry.." Streber says, composing himself a little as he tries to stand up. After seconds of silence, he then bursts into uncontained fits of laughter again. Y/N laughs too, saying, "C'mon, man.. its not that funny."

"Yes—yes..! Yes it is, shut up!.." Streber sharply says back with a mischevious smile, his tone sounding slurred. He then snickers again, and says, "I'm sorry.. I'm sorry.. oh, man.. heheheh.." Y/N raises a brow, an amused smile forming on his face, "Alright, alright.. I think I need to get you home." Y/N comments, sliding behind him with a glint of worry still in his eyes.

"Noooo.. no, I don't.." Streber slowly replies, turning around and facing Y/N with a sassy gesture of his hand. "I'm fineeee..! I can.. *hic*.. I can get home by myself.." Streber puts a hand on his hip, his breath smelling almost sour as he speaks. Y/N cringes at the smell, but he only chuckles softly. "Oh really now?" Y/N raises a brow. "Yeah.. so don't.. don't doubt me, alright? I can.. *hic*.. I can do this on my own.. I can.. I can walk for miles, alright? You see here—" Streber grins, boasting. "Mhm.." Y/N smirks.

"Watch, watch, watch—" "Heh.. alright, okay." Streber gestures with his hands while grinning in a cocky fashion, as Y/N only watches with a raised brow, having an amused look to his face. Streber then swiftly turns around, wobbling from side to side. He then begins to walk foward, and for a few seconds, he makes it! Foward, foward, foward, foward he goes! But then.. yet again, his body leans down, and he nearly tumbles towards the ground. Though Y/N, like he has been for the past few minutes, manages to swoop in and save him from falling. He takes him back into his arms, holding Strebers arms with his own.

Streber lazily smiles, as if hypnotized. "Heheh.. alright, I think it's time we get you home, bud. You seem pretty hammered." Y/N smirks, pulling him a little closer as he stands behind him. "No, no—" "Yes—" "No, no, I'm fine—I'm so fine—" "C'mon, no, no, you're not—" "I'm fine, Y/N.. leave.. leave me 'lone.." "No, no, you're not. Cmon.." The two bickered back and forth, as Y/N held his shit-eating grin the entire time, it remained plastered on his face even with Strebers constant refusals.

Finally, Streber gives in. "You know what.. fiiiine.. take me home.. whateverr.." Streber slurs, crossing his arms. Y/N softly chuckles, and merely says, "Heheh.. alright." Y/N then lifts Streber up into his arms, up, up! And he then cradles him, carrying him almost bridal-style as he holds him in his skinny/slim/muscled/chubby arms. "Let's get you home now, buddy.." Y/N utters with a smirk, cradling Streber close. "Heheheh.. I like.. you know, I like it when you call me that.. your voice sounds so.. so nice when you call me that." Streber smiles drunkenly, with squinting eyes of sheer happiness. "Heh.. oh really? Well, thanks, buddy." Y/N smiles, holding Streber a bit closer to his chest.

"Heheh.. you said it again.." Streber grins, his voice sounding a little high pitched.

Y/N chuckles, "Alright, let's go.."

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Y/N had decided to carry Streber to his car, and decided to transport him back home that way. Though he would probably assist him inside too, so he wouldn't accidentally fall while trying to get back into his house. He stuffed him inside of the backseat, carefully sitting him down onto its plastic cold light gray surface. Y/N smirks as Streber rambles on about something unintelligible that he can't quite make out. "Mhm.. sure.." Y/N nods, not understanding a word of what he's saying.

As Y/N sits him down, he slowly begins to slip himself out, so he can go to sit in the driver's seat area, and drive Streber home safely. But before he can, he feels the sensation of touch form onto the back of his body, and he is then pulled closer. After glancing around in confusion, he processes the visuals he's faced with. Strebers face, inches away from his, and smelling of stale alcoholic scents.

"Heheheh.. no, no, dont go yet.. i want you to stay like this, i want.. *hic*.. heheh, i want you to come and sit with me.." Streber smirks while saying it in an almost whining tone, holding Y/N close as he looks up at him from where he's sitting. A fuzzy sensation forms onto Y/Ns cheeks as he looks at Streber with slightly widened eyes. "Bu—Buddy, I gotta drive.." Y/N protests softly, barely managing to slightly nudge Strebers arms off of him. "No.. no, you dont.. we can just sit here.. heheh.. alone.." Streber giggles, his gaze half-lidded as he stares up at Y/N still.

Y/N gulps, feeling a sensation he can't quite describe form onto his cheeks as he stares ahead.

"Buddy, I gotta drive, I gotta get you home.. I'll make it up to you when I get you home, okay?" Y/N says, in an attempt to persuade Streber to let him into the driver's seat. "Oh, fiinnneee... fine..." Streber utters, his tone still slurred. He then pauses. And smirks playfully once more. "Heheheh.. I like looking at you like this." Streber says, slightly rubbing Y/Ns back a little as he stares at him. Y/N feels a chill run up his spine as he feels the sensation.

Y/N only utters, "Alright.." He then finally let's himself out of the backseat area, and shuts the car door, watching as Streber says something unintelligible as he sits in the backseat with a glazed and tired look in his eye. Whatever he drank must have really influenced his behavior if he was behaving.. like this.

Y/N only sighs, and opens the door to the drivers seat, sliding himself in. Ignoring Strebers drunken words for a few moments, he starts up the motor, and places his hands on the wall, gripping at its circular shape. He then turns it, and begins to drive.

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"Heyy.. thats the.. thats the thing I was at earlier.."

Y/N looked out the window, curious as to whatever Streber had been talking about as he rambled nonstop from the backseat. He then snickered a little upon processing what it was. He only drove past it for a brief moment, but it was a dark brown building with a few glass windows on the bottom, and a sign that simply read, "Jazzy Drinks". It had been a jazz club that had a bar inside of its interior, Y/N had seen it before and recognized it from a few of his drives. He heard muffled saxophone and piano music play from inside as he drove past, and chuckled.

"Oh, so you were drunk, huh?" Y/N teasingly says. "Nooo..." Streber denies, sounding almost whiney. Y/N chortle softly to himself, before asking in a soft and amused tone, "What were you even doing in a bar with a bunch of jazz music anyway?"

"Hey, it wasn't a bar, it was a jazz club!.." Streber sassily says back, "I just.. I just had a few drinks, that's all." Y/N snickers again, saying, "So you were drunk?" Streber yet again yells in a slurred manner, "No—Noooo!.. I just had a few drinks, I had some.. some weird clear water lookin' thingy, and it kinda tasted like shit at first, but.. *hic*.. it got good as I drank it more, heheh.."

Y/N chuckles more, this time, it turns into full blown laughter for a moment as he hides his joyful face with his hand. "Hey, don't laughhhh.." Streber whines, leaning foward in the backseat with a slightly hurt expression. "Oh, oh.. I'm sorry, man, I'm sorry. Heheh.." Y/N apologizes, looking at Streber in the rear view mirror. He sighs, and says, "I believe you.."

"Really?" Streber speaks in a slurred, yet excited manner, as if relieved Y/N believed him.

Y/N holds back a snicker, and says, "Yeah, really.."

"Awww.. thank—thank you, dude.." Streber says, tilting his head slightly.

After a few seconds went by, Streber suddenly speaks in a slightly lowered tone, "You know.. I was thinkin' of you the whole time.. wh—while.. while I was in there."

Y/N goes quiet, feeling the fuzzy sensation form on his face yet again. "Really?" He says back, smirking nervously.

"Mhm.." Streber nods with a half-lidded stare, "I was.. I was thinkin' of how much I wanted to see you, and how hhhaaandsome you were.." Streber slurs, tilting his head with a drunken smirk as he continued to stare into the rear view mirror. The two of them made eye contact in the rear view mirror, though Y/N immediately looked away and tried to focus on the road, feeling a pit of nervousness rise in his chest all of the sudden.

"Heheh.. I really.. I missed you.. y'know? *hic*" Streber hiccups, leaning foward with a sleepy grin as Y/N continued to drive. Y/N stopped before red lights on the street, shimmering lights gleaming into the glass windows as the clicking sounds of the cars mechanics were heard.

Nervously, Y/N says with a slight chuckle, "Streber, you saw me a day ago."

"Mmm.. I knoww.. that doesn't mean I.. don't.. doesn't mean I didn't miss you any less though.." Streber smiles, a half-lidded gaze on his face.

Y/N glances off to the side, looking out the window. He felt his heart physically melt at those words. He responds, "Well.. I missed you too."

"Heheh? Reallyyy?..." Streber asks eagerly, his sleepy smile growing more exhausted as he tilts his head.

"...yeah." Y/N replies.

It then goes silent for a few seconds, before Streber chuckles. "I love you.." He says, his voice sounding very tired.

Y/N paused, feeling his heartbeat begin to grow a little faster.

Y/N sighs.

"I love you too." He replies, before simply driving foward when the green lights finally came on.

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