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0wllight · 3 years

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wrote a lil something for kiss day!! again literally no title bc im unoriginal but it’s just zinnia + fugo’s first kiss lol

warnings: meds mention, but thats it i think

word count: 1,773

under the cut for length! (ok to rb)

It had only been a month after Fugo had rejoined the gang officially. It was a welcome reunion, and it had only been possible thanks to Zinnia encouraging him to reach back out to Giorno again.

It had been hard, Fugo had embarked on a mission on his own with a separate partner and even ended up hospitalized. But they had let him out a few weeks ago, and even though he was still recovering, he seemed to be doing just fine.

Like she had been doing the past few weeks, Zinnia was in his room with him again, sitting at a desk doodling whatever came into her mind as Fugo laid on the bed not too far away from her.

She was quickly becoming used to his company like this, since they had been a thing officially only for a bit. She had found him again about a month before everything happened, and even then, she didn’t really have any time to spend with him intimately since he was doing missions, and then in the hospital.

It was nice to be able to spend time with him and take care of him now, though. She had made him soup earlier, and he was in bed still eating it. Zinnia never really considered herself the best cook, honestly, yet she was pleasantly surprised when he told her how good the food was.

Sketching a bit more onto the page, Zinnia found herself absentmindedly drawing a picture of Fugo. She often did this in her journals, actually. Before the two of them had started dating, she would always sketch him from certain parts of her day. She was sure that at this point, her journal was full of notes and small drawings of him.

It was a bit embarrassing since Narancia had seen her journal once, but he had promised to keep it a secret. Though, if Fugo ever saw it… she didn’t know what she would do. It was risky drawing with it in his room, actually. Sure, he couldn’t really get out of bed, still, but… It was just so close in proximity to him it made her a bit nervous.

“Zinnia, where do I put this bowl?”

Upon hearing his question, she got up, making sure to close the sketchbook. Walking over to the bed, she smiled, taking it from him. His nightstand was crowded with things, so he wouldn’t have been able to put it there anyways. “I’ll take it. Let me put it in the sink in the kitchen so I can wash it later.”

As she turned to leave, she heard his voice again. “Wait, come back. Please.”

Curious, she turned around.

“Yeah? What is it, Fugo?”

There was a slight blush on his face as he looked at her, his expression unnaturally soft. She had seen him like this a few times before, most notably when they reunited again after he left the group. But she wasn’t quite sure what he wanted, so she listened.

“Thank you for being here with me. It… really means a lot to me, Zinnia. Whenever I was sick as a child, no one really was there for me like you are now. I mean… You just mean so much to me. I’m glad to have you here.”

She was a bit taken aback by his words- it wasn’t this often he was so sentimental. Sure, he was a caring person, but… the only times she had really heard him talk like this were few. Maybe it was because he was still on some meds? She wasn’t quite sure of the effects they had on a person, all she knew was that it was just general pain medication. But, still…

“Um, well… It’s nothing, really,” she started, a bit flustered by the compliments, “I just wanna make sure you get better. Can’t have you in here alone, can I?” she joked.

“No, you’re right,” he agreed, “The company is really nice. I thought I would feel lonely during this recovery process. But you’re here for me, and it just… feels really great.”

Before she could reply, his hand reached out to take hers. She felt his thumb tracing circles softly against her skin, and her heart was racing in her chest.

“Uh… Fugo, is there any reason for you being like… Um, like this?” she asked, mostly confused by his behavior but also a bit shaken (in a good way) by the situation she found herself in.

“What do you mean?” he asked, confusion on his face. “I’m doing this because I want to. You’re a delight to me, Zinnia. And I... I want you closer to me, honestly.”

So, it wasn't the medication causing him to act like this? It was still a bit surprising to her, but she managed a smile.

“Well, you could have just asked that in the first place,” she said, placing the bowl down onto the ground and sitting on the edge of the bed. “I’m here now.”

He smiled sweetly, her hand still in his.

“Thanks.”

It still felt a bit weird to act so closely with him, yet familiar. She had been thinking about this happening for ages- being together with Fugo was something that she had wanted to happen for a long time. So it almost felt like a dream to have him wanting her next to him, and keeping him company. Not just because they were friends, but because he cared for her for reasons beyond friendship.

“You can lie down, you know,” he said, patting the open side of the bed next to him, “There’s room for both of us.”

Her heart practically jumped at his words as she swallowed, looking at him and then to the bed and back to him. He was right- there was room, it was a bit of a tight fit, but…

“I- I mean, do you want me to do that?” she asked.

“I don’t mind it at all. Like I said, I want to be closer to you.”

Gulping again, she nodded silently, trying to be as careful as she could as she lay down on the bed next to him, making sure not to step on him or touch him. She didn’t know what parts of him were still injured, but being careful didn’t hurt at all. In order to do this, she had to let go of his hand- something she didn’t really want to do, honestly. But she didn’t pay it much mind.

And then she was on the bed, face to face with him. There was still a smile on his face and a slight blush as he grabbed her hand again, something that filled her with a fuzzy warmth. She had honestly never been this close to him before, and multiple thoughts were racing through her mind as she stared into his purple eyes, and he stared back.

She had honestly never seen him so at ease before. He seemed to be in a state of complete relaxation, and was also currently looking at her adoringly. The closeness they shared awakened something else in her, an urge to be closer. The situation right now was something she had also thought of multiple times in the past, to be closer to him, to lie side by side with him and to hold hands. To look into each other's eyes, and to kiss-

“Zinnia.”

Snapped out of her thoughts, she was brought back to reality as he looked to her, his eyes shining.

“Hm?”

He seemed to hesitate for a bit, averting his gaze as he thought.

“Zinnia... can I kiss you?”

Zinnia nearly choked on her spit.

“You WHAT?”

Wait, no, that’s not what she meant to say. This… this was something she wanted. She had wanted it for a long, long time. But she hadn’t been expecting this- not today, not now. Of all the times in the world, she would have never expected this to happen. She was nervous, but… he was offering, and she didn’t want to turn him down. Not now, not ever.

“Wait, no, that’s not what I meant to say,” she cleared her throat, “I mean. I… um, yeah. I do. Want to kiss you, I mean. Yeah. Let’s do it.”

He didn’t seem to mind her tripping over her words as he smiled calmly. “I was really hoping you would say that.” She didn’t even really have much time to process as he began to lean closer to her from where she was, there wasn’t even really that much distance to close in the first place. But everything felt so slow, the buildup, the sight of his lips coming closer to hers.

All she could do was close her eyes and prepare herself, and that was all she needed to do when she felt his hand on her cheek, and then his lips on hers. They tasted like the soup he had just eaten, and were soft, surprisingly- she had expected them to be at least a little chapped since he hadn’t had that much time to take care of himself. But it was a pleasant surprise. A feeling of warmth filled her body as he kissed her, gently. She was glad she wasn’t standing, or she would have fallen due to how much she felt her legs were wobbling.

Her eyes were still shut when she felt his lips leave hers, and she only opened them a few seconds after it had ended. His expression was impossibly soft, and his face was still pretty close to hers, still facing her on the bed. She wanted to find something to say, and so she did- yet it tumbled out of her mouth clumsily. “Um- I- well, I mean, uh. Was it uh… Was it good?”

“Of course it was good. Why wouldn’t it be?” he chuckled, “Anything with you feels perfect.”

She looked at him in awe as he spoke, feeling her face heat up. She had always known that she liked Fugo. It felt as natural as breathing for her, yet, now that she was here with him, having kissed him… it felt surreal. She wanted more, she was just so amazed by him, everything about him. And she wanted to tell him.

“You amaze me,” she breathed out.

“As do you,” he smiled, complete adoration in his eyes as he looked at her. “I’m so glad you’re mine. Will you stay here with me for a while? You can wash the dishes later, I’m sure.”

“Of course, Panni. I wouldn’t choose to be anywhere else except by your side like this.”

#my writing #ok to rb #my stuff #ship: pink and purple haze #no idea what else to tag this lol #gdjsngjngjd #shutupmary #my post

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ranger-jedi-knight · 4 years

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A New Hero Ch 19

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/20887313/chapters/63175624 Taglist: @bluesimani OPEN

So, it’s been a little while since this was updated. Sorry, but well, my sister came for a visit for a week n a half about n well, ya. That took up a lot of my time. N then I also wanted to get that self-indulgent one-shot angst done so ya. I think that one shot was the biggest reason since motivation came and went. Also, I’m getting ready to move to live with my sister for one of my college semesters to see how I enjoy it. And well, idk when this will come out so ya. That’s also pushing back this update since im spending some days packing up stuff I want to bring with me besides clothes, school supplies, and hygiene item......its after finally arriving and unpackin...BUT ITS HERE NOW!(im sorry bout the wait)

No matter tho! This is the next day after the dinner n we get to see how the night went before gettin some more daminette(n some dick/alya/xavier....i need to come up with a ship name for em....feel free to offer some)!! Anyways, enjoy!!!!

Small sounds woke Dick up from his sleep. He looked around, trying to see if there was any danger when he noticed next to him Alya was making soft sounds, her head turning a bit as barely audible ‘no’s left her. She was curled up next to him, her hair a bit of a mess, her bangs and sides plastered to her face while the rest tangled on the pillow. Her back was to Xavier, who had woken up as well and started making soft, soothing hums as he ran a hand along her arm.

Seeing the immediate effect, Dick started running a hand thru her hair, humming along to the tune Xavier began. Moving closer, Alya latched onto Dick, her arms wrapping around his waist as she tried burying her face into his side. The two wrapped themselves around her and continued their soft hums and touches, slowly helping her out of her nightmare.

After some time, Alya’s breathing settled down as she was once more relaxed in her sleep. Xavier smiled softly at dick as he pressed a kiss to the back of Alya’s head and slowly fell back asleep after watching for a few minutes to make sure her nightmare didn’t start back up. Dick tho, he stayed up a bit longer, continuing to run his finger’s thru her hair, untangling it gently. Pressing a kiss to her forehead, Dick sighed thru his nose before falling asleep next to them.

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Damian woke to Alfred the cat jumping off his bed. Usually, that wouldn’t wake him. But tonight, the way he jumped off the bed woke Damian. Usually, Alfred’s jumps were relaxed and slow, moving at his own pace. But right then, it seemed more urgent. He looked around and found Xan awake.

Xan had his arms wrapped around his knees as he stared at the door. Looking closer as his eyes adjusted to the darkness, Damian noticed that Xan was tense, his fingers digging into his arms. Alfred was rubbing himself against Xan’s side and legs, a purr leaving him to help soothe Xan. As Damian watched, Xan moved a hand from his arm and started scratching Alfred’s head and chin.

Damian moved from his bed and sat down near Xan, giving him a moment before speaking finally. “What happened?” he asked, and Xan glanced over at Damian before looking at the door again.

“I saw them,” Xan started in a whispered, not needing to elaborate for Damian, he already knew who ‘they’ were. “We were at the League tho. I......I attacked them immediately when she asked me too. I didn’t hesitate. I couldn’t stop myself as-as I-” he stopped then, taking a deep, shuddering breath. He took a moment to concentrate on Alfred under his fingers before he continued speaking. “I killed them,” he spoke the words so softly that Damian almost didn’t hear it.

“But you didn’t. It was just a nightmare. Nothing about it is true,” Damian said, and Xan nodded slowly at that.

“Maybe, but.......it was so vivid...so clear. It felt like I was still in the league, following their orders blindly to survive. It was like I never left....like you never helped me out of that hell hole,” he admitted, and Damian reached over and squeezed Xan’s shoulder.

“I know. It can seem so real, make you think you never left even thou you do the one thing you know you would never do. I’ve had similar nightmares,” Damian admitted and Xan glanced over at him.

“Really? Do you still?” he asked softly as Damian reached a hand out to scratch Alfred’s chin.

“Occasionally, yes. It does get better, I promise. It just takes time. You can always come talk to me or Jason. Or Rae even. Do you remember her?” Damian asked and Xan pursed his lips before nodding slowly, he remembered the woman. She helped train him in League before disappearing years prior. “She will listen if you ask her too.”

“Where is she?” Xan asked turning a bit to look over at Damian easier.

“She’s opening a restaurant called Janat Al'Amal, but she’s working at Rose Petal’s Boutique until it’s ready for the grand opening,” Damian said and Xan smiled with a small smile on his lips.

“Paradise of Hope...that’s a nice name,” Xan said and Damian had the faintest of smiles as he nodded agreement.

“It is. She chose a great name for her future restaurant. I’ve been in touch with her along with Jon and Ember. You haven’t met Ember yet but she’s Jon’s friend and hangs with us. Rae likes to let people vent or talk about their problems to her,” Damian explained and Xan nodded understanding.

“I’ll go talk with her tom-today?” he said tilting his head to look at the clock and saw that it was past midnight, around 1 am.

“Good. I can bet you won’t go to sleep immediately, right?” Damian asked and Xan nodded. Getting the confirmation, Damian stood up and went over to his desk and pulled out a sketchbook and pencil, and walked over to Xan. “Mari said you drew to relax. Here,” he crouched down and held it out.

“Thanks,” Xan said giving Damian a small smile as he took the offered items and flipped the pages to a clear one and started sketching. Damian nodded as he then went back to his bed. Laying down, he looked over at Xan one last time, watching as he drew intently with Alfred going onto his shoulders to relax, before falling asleep once more, knowing he did what he could to help his friend.

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Xan and Damian were one of the first people up in the morning. They got a quick bite to eat before going to the indoor gym the manor had to spar for a bit. Alfred worked on breakfast for everyone when the two left. Clark was up next followed by Kon and Jon. By 8, Dick, Xavier, Jason, and Tim came down to eat and work on some stuff. After some time, Alya came down walking beside Lana as she took slow steps.

Raising a hand, Lana greeted everyone sleepily as she slowly woke up. “How are you feeling, Lana?” Clark asked setting the newspaper down to look over at her. The rest of the family looked over as well as she gave a small smile.

“Better. Thank you for letting us stay the night,” she said and Clark returned the smile.

“It was nothing,” Clark said moving his hand to look at the time. “Well, I better get going. I promised Perry I’d send over my article before noon. Have a good day you guys. Also, Lana, I would like to talk to you about your future,” Clark said and Lana smiled at that and nodded. Getting the nod from Lana, Clark left to the office Bruce got him so that he could work.

“I’m glad your feeling better now, Lana,” Jason said and Lana glanced over at him with a faint smile.

“Ya, sorry about that,” she mumbled softly, glancing over at Alya who squeezed her shoulder.

“Don’t be. You couldn’t have known,” Jason said and Lana nodded, knowing he was right.

“Lana, would you be willing to accompany me to pick up Mari? She’d love to see that you’re doing better this morning,” Damian said and Lana nodded.

“Sure. But I won’t be able to stay long, I shouldn’t leave Cocoa alone much longer, especially since it’s time for breakfast,” Lana replied and Damian nodded.

“Understood. Let’s head over now and I can drop you off after Mari sees that you’re well,” Damian replied and Lana nodded, eating a slice of toast and some fruit before standing up with Damian to head out.

“I’ll talk to you later, Lana,” Alya called out before Lana left the room.

“Als, I’ll be heading out myself. Fresh air will do me some good. There’s also someone I want to visit,” Xan said and Alya nodded.

“Of course. Stay safe, Xan. And Don’t hesitate to call if you need help,” she replied and Xan nodded before getting up. “Dick?” she asked and Dick smiled.

“Yup, we should get going ourselves,” Dick agreed.

“Don’t die,” Tim called out.

“No promises, you’ve seen, Mr. Lingo,” Dick yelled back as the three left the room and Tim nodded agreement.

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Mari beamed when she saw Damian and Lana entering the hotel lobby. Jumping up from her seat at the table, she ran over to the two and hugged Lana while her friends smiled from the table. “I’m so sorry for what happened, Lana! I should have asked first before making them!” Mari said as Lana returned the hug before pushing Mari back a bit to look Mari in the eyes and give her a gentle smile.

“It’s ok, Mari. Nothing bad happened. And I should have also asked about it. It’s my problem to remember, not yours. As much as I’d like to stay and talk, I need to get home, Cocoa is waiting for me,” Lana said, squeezing Mari’s shoulders as she spoke. Mari returned the small smile as she nodded.

“Ok,” she said before perking up. “Wait!” she rushed over to their table and Chloe held out the bag of cookies to her. She grabbed the bag and ran back over to the two. “Here, I made these for you! Don’t worry, I made sure nothing pecan came near them!”

Lana smiled softly as she took the bag and put them carefully into her pocket and pulled Mari into another hug. “Thank you,” she whispered before pulling back once more.

“I’ll be back after I drop her off, angel,” Damian said, causing to Mari to blush lightly as she nodded understanding. As the two turned away to leave, Lana had a teasing smile after giggling softly at Mari’s blush.

“‘Angel’, huh?” she asked, sending him a look that had Damian blushing lightly. Before the door closed behind the two, Mari and her friends listened to Lana laugh. Mari walked over to the table and continued to eat her breakfast while her friends sent her looks.

“I think you found yourself a ~boyfriend~,” Lila said in a sing-song voice. Mari’s blush deepened at that.

“I-no-!-He-!” Mari stuttered out, unable to form a single sentence while her friends laughed around her. “Oh!” she crossed her arms on the table and slammed her head down onto them. Adrien smiled softly as he patted her back while Lila covered her mouth with her hand to stifle giggles.

“Don’t worry Maribug, I’m sure he’d be delighted to be dating you,” Adrien said as Chloe nodded agreement next to him, leaning closer against him to look at her.

“Adrikins is right! He’d be a fool to not want to date you,” Chloe declared with a nod that the others shared.

“I agree. If he doesn’t ask you out today, then you need to do it yourself Mari,” Kim said with a serious look

“I-I wouldn’t even know how to!” Mari said with wide eyes and the table chuckled softly or shook their heads.

“Just be straight forward. Say how you feel then ask ‘would you go out on a date with me?’. Or, if that’s too scary ask him to hang out with you, alone,” Lila said and the group nodded agreement. Right then, the doors opened showing Damian entering with two people.

“Jon!” Chloe yelled out excited and the two got up quickly and ran over to Jon. Jon smiled as he hugged the two.

“I know it’s only been a couple of days, but that’s two days too long,” Jon whispered and the two nodded agreement.

“Definitely,” Chloe said pulling him to the table. Jon happily let them pull him to a table and sat between the two, holding their hands.

“Jon and Ember were walking by as I came back,” Damian said as Ember waved to them with a smile.

“Hi! It’s nice to meet Jon and Damian’s friends! Damian doesn’t admit it, but we’re friends,” Ember greeted, saying the last part in a mock whispered that had the group snorting while Damian rolled his eyes. “But call me Elle! Practically everyone does,” she said as the group smiled at her.

“How’d you meet him?” Kim asked leaning onto the table, wanting to know the story since when he first met Damian so long ago the dude was rather cold still.

“Jon. I was friends with Jon since he helped me in elementary school. And so then Jon and Damian became sorta friends. When that happened, I was introduced to Damian. It was hard but he likes me now,” she said and the group nodded.

“Is he still called ‘Ice Prince’?” Nino asked, pushing his cap back a bit.

“Oh ya. I have been warned against talking to him by like....everyone it seems at some point since I joined GA this year,” Ember said with a laugh and Damian had a smirk at that, a soft snort leaving him that only Mari heard.

“Really? Why’s that?” Max asked then, pausing in his typing on his phone.

“All the freshmen get warned about him. Even tho it was...what....years ago that you broke a kid’s arm?” Ember asked looking over at Damian who nodded.

“Yes. I broke a kids arm when I was in fifth grade. Give or take 8 years ago,” Damian replied and Ember nodded.

“Wait......freshmen? You were warned about him even thou you were there for that?” Kim asked confused and Ember shook her head.

“I wasn’t there for that exactly. I’m a freshman right now....well sophomore now while they’re seniors.”

“Oh, ok. You’re younger than them,” Nino replied and Ember nodded with a smile.

“H-hey, Mari?” a timid voice called. The group turned to see Alya standing there looking rather shy, which was weird for them. “I talked to Ms. Bustier and got us the day off. I thought you’d like to have a break from working and hang out with your friends,” Alya said and Mari gave the girl a small smile and nod.

“Thank you, Alya,” Mari said and Alya gave Mari one last timid smile before going back to the others that were sort of being shunned by Mari and her friends.

“That was nice of her,” Damian commented as he watched Alya sit down, looking down, he could only guess it was her phone.

“It was,” Mari agreed, she knew, or could guess that is, why Alya was doing it. But she wasn’t sure she’d be able to forgive Alya and the others yet, let alone become their friends again, after everything.

“Since we have the day off, why don’t we do something?” Lila asked with a tilt of her head. The group nodded excitedly in agreement.

“We should! Maybe a park?” Sabrina suggested and the group nodded as Mari looked over at Damian with a tilt of her head.

“Are there any parks you’d suggest for us to visit?” Mari asked and Damian’s head tilted just slightly as he thought about it before nodding.

“Yes. There’s a lovely park a few miles away. Not many people visit it due to it being owned by Poison Ivy, but that’s even better since there won’t be any ruckus to disturb the beauty,” Damian said, and that had Mari beaming.

“Really? Let’s go!” Mari said and the group laughed softly at her eagerness. They all stood up and left the hotel, following Damian as he led the way while Ember chatted with Lila about the two, and Jon was distracted by his girlfriend and boyfriend.

Damian had the softest look on his face as he watched Mari look around the park in awe. He watched as she flitted about sketching things and taking pictures. Jon had a small smile as he looked between his lovers and Damian. “You should ask her out,” Jon said softly as Mari talked excitedly with her friends.

“Maybe I will,” Damian said softly as he started making his way over to Mari. Mari glanced over curious when Lila pointed out he was coming over. “May I speak to you alone?” he asked and Mari nodded and followed him to a willow tree at the corner and pack of the park with lanterns hanging intermittently from its branches.

Foxy @actingfordays

OMG!!! Look what’s happening!!! Is it what I think!?!? #omg #isit? #opt *picture of Damian and Mari under the willow tree*

A Blocked Owl @owlforlife

Oh my god. THE OTP IS HAPPENING!!! #otp #iceprincesunshine #sunshinechild

Ok, so this update was delayed....but I did get this done BEFORE wednesday!! So hah! I hope you guys enjoyed this chap! I bet you guys can guess whats gonna happen next chap!! Until next time!! -Love Willa<3<3<3

#fanfic #fanfic update #update #my writing #A New Hero #anh #daminette #maribat #ml x dc #Alya Grayson #Lana Grayson #Xander Grayson #ocs #chap 19

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honeydots · 4 years

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"61. “Were you drawing me?”" for the ask meme? 👀

“Were you drawing me?”

akira sleeps in and yusuke takes advantage of that. because of COURSE if im given the opportunity to write shukita im going to take it of course i am

(ao3 link)

Slugs were okay.

Akira didn’t have much of an opinion on them, to be honest. Nothing negative. They were a little goopy, sure. But that wasn’t a bad thing. Sometimes you’re goopy and squishy and occasionally poisonous, it happens to everybody. Akira was sure he’d had a Saturday just like that. They were just little creatures. Slugging along.

…That said, he didn’t like them much when they were on his face. He especially wouldn’t like them if they were the poisonous kind. He didn’t think these ones were, but still. That would be completely unpleasant. And then he’d be goopy until he died. Just terrible all around.

But not these bad boys. Akira was sure they were just your everyday slug. Lucky for him! But they were still on his face. He didn’t really want that. Slug along anywhere else, please. He was trying to relax. This wasn’t the time.

In his limited periods of consciousness, Akira often thought about how weird it was that he never realized when he was dreaming. Once he was in the dream, he was there. No second thoughts about it. The slugs were on his face now, and that’s where they belonged. But pointedly, again, they were not poisonous. Nice to know his subconscious wasn’t going for a gastropod themed execution.

He woke up blissfully slug-free. Thank god. What a morning surprise that would’ve been. He also woke up alone, which wasn’t too unusual. Yusuke tended to be an early riser. Up and about, doing his creative stuff. He had picked up sculpting, recently. So far, he’d made a lovely bust of Isaac Newton (and if not him, it was a not-as-lovely bust of Haru), and a pistachio (this one really was a pistachio). Akira was happy he was expanding his repertoire, since he seemed to be enjoying himself. He was keeping busy, and he had a career after all.

But the bed was meant for two.

He shifted a bit, peeked his eyes open and, oh. He was surprised to see Yusuke sitting not far across from him. He was staring deeply into his sketchbook, very focused and very quiet.

You know, he could always draw in bed. It’d be warmer that way. “Good morning.” Akira lazily stretched out his back. “Sketching?”

Akira probably shocked him, because Yusuke jumped. He usually felt just a little bit bad when he did that, but today there was something mischievous dancing around in his brain. A tiny goblin who had wanted so desperately to cuddle, probably.

You and me both, Goblin-kun.

Yusuke looked up to him, and he seemed a little stoic. “You’ve awakened. Good afternoon. Please do not move.”

Technical technical. Akira treated afternoons like mornings, anyway. He relaxed his body back down, trying to look as natural as possible. “Were you drawing me?” It wouldn’t surprise him. It’d hardly be the first time. Yusuke liked to make him blush by calling him things like his Muse, or his Starry Night, or his Lobster Fra Diavolo.

“Ah… I suppose,” said Yusuke. He swiveled a turn in his chair, and swept up a dab of paint with a brush. “Now, close your eyes again.”

Akira did. So he was painting him. Again with Yusuke’s technicalities, his this’s and that’s. It was endearing. There was something very sweet about his specifics, since Akira knew he was included in them.

He wondered if he could go back to sleep. If Yusuke wanted him to keep his eyes closed, the chances went up. He could already feel himself falling into it. Anyone who knew Akira was well aware that he wasn’t one to pass up opportunities to sleep in. Well, sleep in more than he already had. Yusuke knew better than to let him stay in bed, Akira couldn’t be blamed. And it was for art after all.

But the afternoon did have plans for Akira. Goddamn. For example, something cold and wet being splattered onto his forehead. It was… weirdly familiar?

He jumped, but in like, a groggy half-awake confused boy way. “Ghh?” His eyes flickered open. Yusuke was there? He hadn’t heard him come over. “What are you…doing.”

Yusuke remained focused as ever, eyes glued to, uh. Uh? “Akira, please. I do not want it in your eyes.” The wet spot moved and spread across his brow.

The dots were sleepy and the lines were wiggling, but all connecting nonetheless. “Are you painting,” Akira said, flinching at the sloppy feeling, “on my face?”

Yusuke lifted his paintbrush and looked very thoughtfully at the smear he’d created. “Do not speak much. I would hate for what has dried to crack.” He turned away, probably to get more paint.

Akira squinted at him. It was already drying? As in drying drying? “How long have you been… at this.”

Yusuke sighed, and shook his head. “Please, my love, if you must talk,” he said, turning back, “Try to be minimal. I will be finished soon.”

He returned to Akira’s side, this time with a pool of paint on the back of his hand, probably for quick access. Akira stared silently at him. He wasn’t mad at all, more completely amused. Unique way to spend a morning. He’d woken up before with drawings on his face, but that was usually Futaba scribbling squiggles and mustaches with her sharpies. Oh, but he’d always get back at her for that. He’d refuse to wash it off and make her be seen with him, Mr. Sharpie Face Man, in the all forbidden public. She was one of those second-hand embarrassment people.

Wow, the paint felt weird. He was all too aware of it sitting on his face. It was thick. And the actual spreading of it had been really strange. There were out of body experiences, and then there were all too aware of what is happening right now on your body experiences. Akira was the former. He was pretty surprised it hadn’t woken him up, actually.

Wait.

The slugs.

The non-poisonous slugs.

That made sense.

Yusuke continued painting. Little swirls and pointed dots. Akira tried to guess what he was doing. The paint he had was blue, so maybe a bird? A fish? He was sure Yusuke would do something more outlandish, though. Maybe a bird with glasses. He wondered if Yusuke would let him name it.

Inevitably, they made eye contact. Akira had been staring pretty relentlessly, and boy he was good at that. Yusuke held it for a moment, before something visibly clicked. There it was. Akira had been thinking about if he’d remember to answer. He didn’t, always. Yusuke had quite the way with concentration. He’d just about have to shake him out to come to dinner some nights.

Yusuke had run out of paint on his hand, and he turned back to get more. A short silence hung. “A few hours,” he said.

So, a while. His projects usually took a bit, so he was glad to hear this hadn’t been some all nighter. That could’ve been nice too, though, because then Yusuke would certainly take a nap. And of course then Akira would get to take a nap. Which would be great. But he’d have to wash all this paint off first. He hoped it would come off easy.

It wasn’t like Yusuke had never painted on his body before. But that was usually, you know, doodling with a pen on his arm. Or some grand experiment on his back. Face painting wasn’t technically something to be considered out of the ordinary, but unconscious face painting was. Yusuke’s inspiration strikes were always charming.

Akira watched as Yusuke readied his brush again. He felt him very gently move some hair out of his face. This wasn’t really a view Akira usually got. Hello there. Thank goodness he was nearsighted.

But, all good things must come to an end. Yusuke looked down at him. “It really is imperative you shut your eyes, now. This would sting.”

He probably spoke from experience. He already knew Yusuke had drunk paint water before. It was an accident, he said, but it wasn’t like he couldn’t also accidentally get paint in his eyes. Akira also doubted that the paint water incident was entirely accidental. He had evidence. But, despite all that, he heeded his advice. Yusuke was kind enough to wait until he did so. Akira wondered how long it would take for Yusuke to just start painting, anyway.

He felt the brush fit into his eye socket and curve around down, above his cheek bone. Very confident but delicate strokes across his eyelid, and then repeated on the other side. He decided this was much better than slugs. Though still just as goopy.

The brush lifted, and did not come back down. “There,” Yusuke began, “Now, please remain very still. I will return in just a moment.”

Akira obliged, keeping his eyes shut tight but careful not to scrunch. He heard footsteps, and a door opening. Yusuke was probably getting their camera. They’d bought a very nice once for situations like this. Non-portable art, or anything that would wash away. Akira supposed he wouldn’t mind being on display for an art show. Ehh, that was, as long as it didn’t last too long. He didn’t really get fidgety, but he did get bored.

He heard Yusuke come back, accompanied by some clicking and clunking. He probably also brought in a light, since he tended to be very particular about his art pictures. Akira appreciated that his face-canvas was being given such fancy treatment. He hoped he was doing the art justice.

There was shuffling. The sound of curtains opening. The buzz of a lamp. And eventually, many, many clicks. Yusuke always took bunches of pictures, with light adjustments and in different positions. He’d learned how to use a camera very well, at this point. Akira was glad to see it, because initially Yusuke had been a little helpless with one.

He took pictures all the time now. It was much more convenient, since instead of pulling over and waiting thirty minutes for Yusuke to be satisfied with a sketch, they’d pull over and spend just ten minutes taking pictures. They still had to leave an hour early for events, but they were late less often. They were also a little poorer, because memory cards didn’t come cheap. Yusuke’s new cocaine, he guessed.

The clicking went off and on. Akira sat through it, beginning to drift back to sleep again. When Yusuke had said ‘afternoon’ that could’ve meant 12:01, right? Which meant it would be perfectly reasonable to sleep for a few more hours. Just a little catnap. He’d bet anything Morgana was still sleeping. And how was that fair?

He was thoroughly lost in cat-jealousy thoughts, and did not notice the clicking stop. So, the sound of Yusuke’s voice scared him right out of his drowsiness. “You can move about now. I’ve finished.” Gah.

So, no naps for him. Yet. But Akira guessed he was getting a little bit cramped anyway. He stretched out again, properly this time, and opened his eyes. He watched as Yusuke turned off the extra light, and carefully put the camera down.

Yusuke looked to Akira and smiled very sweetly. Akira smiled back, entirely sure he probably looked very silly. His whole face was (presumably?) blue, after all. He was still thinking of a bird name.

Yusuke sat down at the foot of their bed. He fiddled a bit with his fingers, and scratched at the drying paint on his hands. A learned habit.“I do hope you slept well.”

“Mm,” Akira replied, pushing himself up. “I think you gave me weird dreams.” He felt around a little for his glasses. If paint got on them, oh well. He’d curse the glasses god today. He wanted to see.

Yusuke reached out and picked up Akira’s pair. “Did I?” He handed them to him.

This tended to be a typical morning procedure. “Thanks.” He was pretty sure Yusuke’s hands were covered in paint. Maybe it was inevitable his glasses would get messy. “You did.”

“I apologize. You seemed to be sleeping quite soundly.”

“Don’t worry about it.” Vision at last.

Yusuke seemed relieved. Akira was sure if he told him about his slug encounter, he would take a good fifteen minutes connecting it to art and philosophy. Which would be fine, but Akira’s face was kind of itchy and scratchy. He could tell him later. He picked at it a bit.

It wasn’t like Yusuke wouldn’t notice, obviously, but it probably gave him the wrong idea. “The paint is thoroughly non-toxic. There is nothing to worry about.” He rubbed hard on his hand.

Akira wasn’t worried. There were things to worry about with Yusuke, but he wouldn’t consider this one of them. Yusuke was particular, it was a completely defining trait of his. No, Akira would not trust him with their grocery money. He would also not trust him left alone in a candy store. But he was considerate, and precise, and attentive. Especially to his art. And especially, Akira would bashfully admit, to him.

He could still tease him a little though. “It’s not at all?”

Yusuke straightened himself up. Which was a little bit funny to watch with his typically impeccable posture. It was more like he shuffled his shoulders around and puffed out his chest. “Absolutely. I would never let you near such toxins, not even dream of such a thing.” It was hard to not constantly give Yusuke fond looks.

He failed. He was a fond look giving machine. “So a kiss would be fine?” He grinned a very bluish grin. Give him a smooch, art boy. It would probably be better than paint water. Actually, he really really hoped it would be better than paint water.

“Ah.” Yusuke said, giving a sigh. “An innocent request turned devilish, I see.” Yusuke was also a fond look giving machine. They could make it a competition. The most sugary and sweet one in the world. The kind that would give Morgana hairballs, the poor cat.

Akira didn’t say anything. He looked at Yusuke, guilty but not regretful, and waited. It was only a little devilish, he thought. He could do much worse. He could do better, too. But there was no fun in that.

Yusuke stood up, and walked right up next to Akira, standing just where he was before. Akira gave him an innocent look; he was good at those, and it made Yusuke smile. Which was only more reason to get even better at them. Lying at interrogations was just an added bonus.

Yusuke was an all or nothing kind of guy. Akira knew this. So he wasn’t surprised when Yusuke cupped his face and leaned down, to give him a kiss, first on the cheek, then on the lips. Soft and sweet. Lovey and dovey.

Akira was very unhappy to see that when they pulled away, a grand total of none of the paint had gotten onto Yusuke. A foiled plan. He wiped at his lips anyway. How rude, you mean to say he didn’t want second-hand (second… face?) paint on his mouth? Like some kind of moderately health conscious member of society? You drank paint water, Yusuke. You’ve eaten grass before, Yusuke! The thought made him chuckle.

“What is it?” Yusuke asked, sitting himself down on the bed.

He probably wouldn’t appreciate the thought. “Nothing.” Akira fiddled with a piece of hair. “Did you get the picture you wanted?”

The question made Yusuke beam. “Indeed. I took several. Adjustments do need to be made, however.”

“That’s good.” He was glad Yusuke had become accustomed to editing digital photos. He was very against it at first, pretty much because he didn’t really understand what the editing was. Not like, photoshopping things in. Just things like saturation and lighting. This was another little hobby he’d picked up. He had never accidentally recreated Isaac Newton in Adobe, though.

“I will most certainly show you the completed product.”

“I’ll look forward to it,” Akira said. His nose itched. Not really in a sneezy way, but it was annoying him. He wanted to sniff, but he also didn’t exactly want to snort up Yusuke’s project. Yucky. “I think I want to wash this off, now.”

“Ah, of course.” Yusuke moved to let Akira off the bed. He hovered there quietly as Akira got up, and followed him to the bathroom.

Okay? “What’s up?”

Yusuke pressed his lips together. “Oh. I simply wanted to help you. As a penance, perhaps.”

Akira scoffed. “Strong word.” He didn’t mind Yusuke helping. He’d probably need it, or he’d give up halfway and finish by midnight. What wasn’t inherently tender about getting paint rubbed off your face. Ugh, and the peeling. It wasn’t a super great smell, either. He was gonna have such a look going on for this. Cute.

They walked in. Akira turned on the light and readied himself for a face scrubbing. He wondered if there had been any that got in his hair. That would suck getting out. He looked in the mirror, his mind set on checking, and thoroughly surprised himself at his reflection.

So the bird guess? He was kind of sort of close.

He’d made his whole face very lightly blue. There were feathers painted around his eyes that very gracefully formed into wings bending out and upwards towards his forehead. Little patterns of flowers and leaves framed his face and fell in swooping designs. It was all done in different shades of blue, you had to really look at it to see all the detail. Except on his cheeks. In a thick gold sat long tears, layered on top of each other. They traveled all the way down to his chin.

It was pretty.

He wanted to touch it.

He pressed his fingers into his cheeks, and squished upwards. It was sticky, and it didn’t give way much. But the farther he went, the more it moved. It got on his hands. He was all smudgy now. This was incredible.

He was also being watched. “I’m not sure that’s the most effective way.” Yusuke commented.

“I feel like,” Akira kept on squishing, “the slime in those stim videos.”

He laughed lightly at that. “I suppose we do all experience art in our own ways.”

Akira watched Yusuke absentmindedly through the mirrors reflection, while still giving his face a very blue massage. He grabbed a rag, and turned on warm water. He also took out a bottle from one of their cupboards. Yusuke had all sorts of painting things stored away, so it wasn’t all that surprising. Akira had found about eight bottles of acetone in Yusuke’s dorm room years ago. He remembered gaining a certain understanding of Yusuke’s budgeting problems.

He placed his materials down. “Will you be satisfied soon?” He asked, now watching him closely.

Akira paused mid-squish. He looked at Yusuke from the corner of his eye. “You want to give it a try?” Why not.

Yusuke blinked at him. And then visibly considered it.

“I’ve no reason to object, I suppose.”

Double the squish. This probably could’ve gone fifty-fifty. Akira dragged his fingers off his face, careful not to touch anything. They didn’t need a blue bathroom too. He held his own hands, and let Yusuke reach over to him.

Yusuke, who gave this a little more forethought than Akira had, removed his glasses first. Yeah, smart move. He couldn’t exactly wear them while they washed his face, anyway. He followed Yusuke’s hands as best he could when he put the glasses down, and followed them back up as he rested his palms on Akira’s face.

He pressed inwards and held him there for a second, and then moved his palms farther up just past his cheekbones. It made Akira quietly giggle, just quick little exhales. It felt way weirder when someone else was doing it. Not that it hadn’t felt a bit weird when he’d done it himself.

Yusuke was smiling too. Akira was very adamantly keeping his eyes open, which sometimes proved to be a challenge. He was gonna sit there and stare him down like this was the height of romance.

Yusuke placed his thumbs on the crook of Akira jawline, and swiped with his fingers outwards on his cheeks. He stayed there. Akira leaned into it. “Having fun?”

Yusuke tapped his fingers. “As much as you will let me.”

Akira nestled himself farther into Yusuke’s hands. It scrunched his face up more. He felt so squashed. Now this was amore. He was the king of romance.

It made Yusuke laugh, just a little. “You know, we are wasting water.”

In reply, Akira (very masterfully) kept as blank as an expression as possible while giving him fish lips.

That got a real laugh out of Yusuke, and he took his hands away. It was always nice to get laughs out of him. He didn’t used to often. That was, other than his occasional hearty chuckle when he was feeling an odd kind of inspired. Akira liked those ones, too.

Yusuke scrubbed his hands as well as he could in the water, and then wet down the rag. “Let us get to work, then.”

He was very gentle, wiping off big pieces and rinsing the rag whenever it got cold. Alright, this may have been better than Akira had anticipated. Yusuke was considerate and routined. Working through section after section, and making sure no water dribbled down onto his clothes. It was almost nice, even with the inevitable scrubbing that came with it. Yusuke picked up the mystery bottle. Akira gave it a look.

Yusuke had always been good at reading him. “It is coconut oil.” He unscrewed the cap. “Oils do well to get paint off of skin.”

He made a little noise of understanding, and Yusuke went back to his work. It was less rough this time. He felt super greasy, though. He was pretty sure coconut oil was good for your face? Maybe this would turn out to be a miniature spa session. He wondered if Yusuke was any good at nail art.

“Close your eyes, now,” said Yusuke. Akira was also pretty sure coconut oil was not good for the eyes. Just a wild guess. He did as he was asked, and Yusuke went to work, very careful on his eyelids. Very very careful around his eyes.

That reminded him. “I have a question.”

Yusuke hardly hesitated. “Anything.”

“Why was I crying?”

Yusuke stopped, just for a moment. “Ah,” A silence sat. “It was only that, in your rest… you simply seemed horribly melancholic.”

He sounded so sad.

And Akira about choked.

Yusuke retreated immediately. “Have I gotten some in your mouth? I am terribly sorry.” Understandable question, he’d made him start coughing like a maniac.

He cleared his throat. He was fine, he was chill. “No, don’t worry. That’s not it.” He wiped around his eyes. Oil was kind of gross, actually.

“Oh.”

He should probably elaborate. Yusuke looked confused. “It’s just funny you say I looked sad.” He leaned down onto the counter. “I was dreaming about slugs.” Or, the everlasting woes of slugs, apparently.

Yusuke paused. Processing, a little bit. “Slugs… you say?”

Slugs… he said. “Yep.”

“Were they… causing you any discomfort?”

Akira shook his head. “They were just hanging out.”

Yusuke was obviously considering this. It made him smile too, of course, but he was certainly lost in thought.

He’d come to his conclusion. “Perhaps they meant something more profound. The ways of the subconscious are ever mysterious.” He wet down the rag again, and poured more coconut oil.

Did they need that much? “Maybe.”

Apparently, they did. Less is more, but more is also more. He started up again, lightly scrubbing. “You know, due to ancient influences, a slug is considered to be more of a spiritual being than an earthly being. In symbolism, that is.”

“Is it now?” He’d known this would happen. Of course it would, it was Yusuke. He always kept little random pieces of knowledge about symbolic references in art and literature.

Which, you know, was fine. He was happy to hear it. He was covered in paint and coconut oil, sure, but they were working on it. Sometimes, this was what your days were like. Lazy, and a little slimy. He hoped that his skin would glow like goddamn Polaris after this.

They’d fly down a list of topics, starting at one point and ending at another. Yusuke would lose himself in talking, and Akira would always love to listen.

So, the morning ended the way it began. Feeling goopy.

And slugs.

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Yo, it’s been a while since I uploaded a one-shot for my Nerd!Jack and Jock!Davey AU, huh? Well, here’s a little something I’ve been wanting to upload for a while. If you wanna read it on my ao3, I have a link here! I’m always taking prompts, so ya’ll can submit prompts for this AU if ya’ll want.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy this one-shot!

Davey checked the time.

He slung his bag over his shoulder and rushed from the school’s gym. He was glad he got out of practice early because Jack’s art club should be over right about… now.

Jack walked out of the art classroom with paint stains all along his arms. Davey smiled and caught up with him. “Jack!”

Jack beamed when he saw Davey. “Hey, Dave. What’s up?”

“Nothing really. I was let out early, so if you need a ride home…”

“’Course. You know the answers always gonna be yes.” He grabbed Davey’s arm and draped it over his shoulder. “Come on.”

Davey kissed Jack’s forehead and kept his arm wrapped around him until they got to his car. They drove in comfortable silence, listening to only the radio as they watched buildings pass. It wasn’t long before they got to Jack’s apartment building.

Davey checked the time. It was still pretty early. “Want me to walk you to your apartment, Jacky?”

Jack shrugged. “Sure, if ya want.” He got his backpack and took Davey’s hand. He led the taller boy inside and took him to an old elevator. When it opened, he pressed the button for the fifth floor. As they waited, Jack never let go of Davey’s hand. Davey squeezed Jack’s hand. His gaze drifted to Jack. The way the dim light cast gentle shadows over his facial features gave the shorter boy’s face made Davey’s heart race.

He slowly turned to Jack and brought his hand up to make the shorter boy face him. He untangled his fingers from Jack’s and removed the other’s glasses. Jack blinked a few times. “Davey.”

Davey leaned down and laid a gentle kiss on his boyfriend’s lips. Jack kissed back almost immediately. He grabbed Davey by the collar of his jacket and pulled him closer. Then, he wrapped his arms around him. Davey did the same.

It felt as if Jack was the only person in the world. Everything around them disappeared. It was only them. Only them.

Well, until…

“Am I interrupting somthin’ important?”

They immediately pulled apart. Davey felt heat rise to his face. A shorter man stood just outside the elevator door with his arms crossed and a stone, cold expression on his face. Davey wasn’t sure whether to feel embarrassed or intimidated.

Jack just scoffed and stepped out of the elevator. “Shut up, Spot. It ain’t like you and Racer haven’t done worse.” He grabbed the taller boy’s hand and pulled him next to him. “What are you doin’ anyway?”

The man pat Jack on the back. “I figured you wouldn’t be back for a while, so I decided to do your job and go get the mail for ya.” He looked from Jack to Davey. “Apparently, you were too busy to do it anyway.”

Davey looked down at his feet not wanting to make eye contact with this man he didn’t know. Jack squeezed his hand. “I keep forgetting you twos haven’t met. Spot, this is my boyfriend. Davey, this is my older brother, Sean, but we call ‘im Spot.”

Davey felt his stomach twist. He looked up from his feet and waved awkwardly. “Hi… uh, I’m David Jacobs… it’s nice to meet you.” He held his hand out.

The older man looked at it but kept his arms crossed. He rolled his eyes. “Yeah…whatever you say,” he muttered. “You can just call me Sean.” He turned his attention to Jack. “I’ll be right back. Just tell Ma to start dinner without me.”

“Okay,” Jack responded.

The shorter man disappeared behind the metal doors of the elevator.

Davey felt himself let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding in. He shoved his hands in his pocket and handed Jack back his glasses. “You never told me you had a brother.”

Jack took out his house key from his pocket. “You never asked.”

Davey looked back cautiously as if Jack’s brother would come back up and beat him over the head with a bat. “I don’t think he likes me much.”

Jack just laughed. “Well, you certainly left one hell of a first impression, didn’t ya?” Jack saw Davey’s expression and his tone became more serious. “Hey, don’t worry ‘bout it. He’s a little threatenin’ at first, but he’s a real softie once ya get to know ‘im. Anyway, thanks again for the ride. See ya tomorrow, Davey.” He gave him one last kiss on the cheek before heading inside.

A smile tugged at Davey’s face as he turned to leave.

When he got to the first floor, he saw Jack’s brother again. He gave an awkward smile, but the other just rolled his eyes. “C’mere.”

Davey looked around then pointed to himself with a questioning look. Spot motioned for him to come. “Yeah, you. Now, get your ass over here.”

Davey walked quickly to where Spot was. Davey knew he was tall, but compared to him Spot was short. He noticed how Spot had the same dark hair as Jack just cut shorter and the same hazel eyes. Spot’s were just more threatening.

He also had quite the opposite fashion sense as his brother. Jack was usually dressed fairly nicely in a button-up and a white undershirt. This man looked like he borrowed his clothes from a biker. He wore a black leather jacket, dark red muscle shirt and ripped jeans. Spot looked Davey up and down with the most unimpressed expression Davey had ever seen.

“David, huh? Jack talks about a lot about ya.”

“All good things, hopefully,” Davey joked hoping to lighten the mood. Apparently, Spot wasn’t one to joke.

“Yeah… I don’t buy it though. What do you want from him?”

Davey was taken aback by the question. “What?”

His voice dropped and became more aggressive. He grabbed Davey by the collar of his shirt and pulled him down to meet his eyes. “You heard me. What do you want? Money? Sex? You want ‘im to do your schoolwork for you?”

Davey rubbed the back of his neck. “I-I don’t want anything! I just… really like Jack. It’s not my fault he kissed me in the elevator!”

Spot’s gaze never left him. He just shook his head and released the taller boy. Davey wrung his hand together. “I’m sorry,” he murmured.

Spot sighed. “Whatever. Look, you better watch yourself because if I hear you did anything to make my little brother uncomfortable or cry, I’m gonna mess you up so bad, you won’t be able to walk for months. And if you even think about breakin’ his heart, you best believe you won’t be able to walk ever again or breathe right! Got it?”

Davey nodded frantically. “Yes, sir!”

Spot smirked. “Good. See ya around ‘Davey’.” He turned and disappeared into the building.

Davey remained silent, his feet unwilling to move. He let out a shaky breath. “What the hell?”

Davey was hoping he wouldn’t have to see Spot again anytime soon.

Well, he was shit out of luck with that. He and Jack had a project they needed to work on due Monday. They couldn’t go to the library because it closed early on Fridays. They couldn’t go to Davey’s house because his aunt and uncle were visiting and he didn’t want to deal with them right now. So, the only other place to go was Jack’s place.

As they entered, there was no sign of Spot, which was a good thing. They were greeted by a tall, dark woman who had such a contagious smile.

“Jack!” She greeted. “How was your day, hon?”

Jack hugged her. “Good, Ma. Dave and I got a project we gotta work on.”

She released Jack and turned to Davey with a smile. “David! Well, if it ain’t the boyfriend I’ve been hearing so much about!” She hugged him.

Davey stiffened and looked over at Jack, who was silently laughing to himself. Considering how threatening Spot was, Davey expected Jack’s mom to be less… cheerful.

She took a step back and put a hand on Davey’s shoulder. “I’m Miss Medda Larkins, but you can call me Miss Medda or just Medda.”

Davey laughed nervously. “Heh…thank you, ma’am.”

“Jack’s told us so much about you, and you are every bit as handsome as he said you were.”

Davey chuckled. “Really?” He glanced over at Jack, who had a light shade of pink on his cheeks. “Thank you, Miss Medda.”

Jack grabbed Davey’s arm. “Okay, Ma. We’re gonna be in my room workin’.”

“Okay, okay, I get it. Just behaves yourselves. I’ll call you two when dinner’s ready.”

Jack’s blush grew darker. “Okay, Ma. Love ya.” He dragged Davey to his room.

It was really small with only a bed and nightstand as the only pieces of furniture. His walls had cracks and chipped paint with sketches and canvases with Jack’s art covering as much of them as possible. Jack closed the door behind them.

Davey sat on Jack’s bed. “Your mom seems nice. She doesn’t look anything like you though. I’m guessing you get your looks from your dad?”

Jack shrugged. “Good question. I’ll let ya know if I ever meet ‘im or my mom.”

Davey’s heart sank. “Oh… Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean-”

Jack waved a dismissive hand. “Pssh, it’s fine. Medda’s our foster mom. She adopted Spot and me when we were little.” He smiled to himself. “Anyway, I never thought of her as someone who could intimidate anyone, but you shoulda seen the look on your face when she hugged ya.” He sat next to Davey.

Davey shook his head. Then, he smirked. “So, you tell your family you think I’m handsome?”

The blush returned. “Shut up!” He grabbed his pillow and whacked Davey with it.

Davey laughed. “Aw, come on. I just think it’s cute.” He put an arm around Jack’s waist and brought him closer.

“Whatever,” Jack murmured. He whacked the taller boy again only to get another laugh.

“Okay, okay. I’m done. Let’s just get to work.”

“Yeah, good idea.”

They worked for about an hour or two. Doing research, organizing information, cracking some jokes here and there. It was nice honestly. The two ultimately ended up cuddling with their legs tangled up together.

It was all good until…

Jack’s bedroom door slammed open.

Davey almost fell off the bed, bringing the smaller boy with him. His chest tightened when he saw who it was.

“The hell you doin’ in here with the door closed?”

“Dammit, Spot! Ya almost scared us half to death!” Jack sat up.

Spot stood in the doorway with his same stone expression and his arms crossed. “Did Ma let you twos shut the door? You two coulda been doing somethin’ nasty in here. Leave your damn door open, Jack!”

Jack groaned. “Fine. Just get outta here, Spot.”

Spot shot one last look at Davey then left.

“Ugh, sorry Davey. He’s usually at his boyfriend’s house on the weekends. I don’t know why he’s here.”

Davey waved a dismissive hand. “It’s fine. I just get the feeling he doesn’t trust me.”

“You kiddin’? This is the nicest he’s treated anyone in a while. When he thought Kath and I were dating, he wouldn’t let her in the apartment!”

Davey thought back to their conversation the previous day and shuddered. “Seems like a nice guy.”

Jack punched Davey’s arm. He peeked outside the door then lowered his voice. “He’s been overprotective our whole lives. I think it’s ‘cause I’m technically the only family he’s got left, and he don’t want anythin’ happening to me. What he don’t get is that I can take care of myself. I don’t need him scarin’ people off for me.”

Davey nodded slowly. “I get it. But it’s going to take more than an overprotective brother to scare me off.” Davey smiled assuredly.

Jack laughed. “You sure ‘bout that. ‘Cause he’s probably gonna be on your ass for the next few months. You sure you can handle that.”

“You’re not getting rid of me that easily, Jackie.”

Davey leaned in to kiss Jack but stopped midway when he heard Medda call their names.

Jack stood up and pulled Davey up after him. He draped the taller boy’s arm over his shoulder. “Come on, Ma made dinner.”

Davey smirked. “Great. Now, I can ask her just how much you talk about me.”

Jack punched him again playfully. “Shut up!”

#newsies au #newsies #david jacobs #jack kelly #nerd!jack #jock!davey #high school au #javid #spot conlon #newsies fanfiction

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too-strange-for-earth · 5 years

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Memories (5-?)

A/n: ok so I’m done being all sad and mopey so here’s part five, and if I get sad again just request fluff. This really fluffy and I never expected it go on for 5 chapters.

Paring: Jim Hopper x Daughter! Reader, Nancy x Reader (platonic), Jonathan x reader (platonic), Steve x reader

warnings: bad writing, all over the place, Russians, language, going off canon, fluff, season 3 spoilers.

Tag: @bandsandanimefreak @fortheloveoflamp @naomiiiiiiiiiii04 @addictwithaheavydirtycheetah @daddyuwuss

Masterlist

Prompt list

(1)-(2)-(3)-(4)-(6)

Nobody knew what was going to happen next. (Y/n) was on house arrest due to the fact that everyone still thinks she’s dead. Steve still came by the cabin but with groceries, games, the kids, movies, and himself to cheer her up.

The week was passing very slowly for (y/n), all she could do was stay inside draw/paint, watch movies, and practically vegetate on the couch. “Babe? I come baring gifts!” Steve anounced walking through the door with Hopper and the pre-teens rushing in after him holding onto various items. Max and El had new clothes, Lucas had a new wrist rocket, Dustin brought snacks, Mike brought DnD, and Will had a sketch book and piece of paper in his hands.

“Hey whatcha got there?” The girl ask pointing to the paper in Wills hands. “Just a sketch book.” Will smiled sitting down next to her. “I mean the paper silly, let me see it” He handed it over to her. Her eyes went wide as she realized it was the judge saying she was legally alive.

“How does it feel to not be dead anymore?” Dustin teased. “Great, now I can be zombie girl with Will over here.” She nudged his shoulder playfully earning a laugh from said boy. “Don’t go stealing my girl Byers.” Steve warned not so jokingly. A faint smile playing on his lips when she looked at him. A year was definitely too long.

The game of DnD took 10 hours and 13 minutes, El was passed out on Mikes lap, Max was leaning against Lucas, Dustin was slowly closing his eyes, and (y/n) was sitting in Steve’s lap as his arms were wrapped around her waist. “I think it’s time for bed.” Hopper said slowly moving off of his chair to not disturb any of the children. Everyone nodded and took turns changing into their bed clothes for the night.

El was to sleep in her room and have door open all the way (Hopper didn’t want any hanky panky going on while he was sleeping), Mike and the rest could sleep wherever they wanted. Max of course decided to sleep in Els room as the boys piled onto the chairs and couches. Steve on the other hand snuck into (y/n)’s room.

“Steve! What are you doing in here!” She whispered yelled. “Shh, I’m like a stealthy ninja. No one will notice.” He reassured her (which really didn’t do anything) “fine but come here quickly.” She gave into his “charm” as he smiled and got into bed with her. She missed her bed, her Steve, her dad, and her sister; who wouldn’t though?

Hopper was the first one to wake up the next morning, and for the first time in a long time he actually got a decent amount of sleep. He walked into the living room to see all the guys (beside Steve) in the living room. He smiled to himself as he walked to the other two bedrooms and saw El and Max asleep on her bed with magazines everywhere, and saw (y/n) asleep on Steve with the covers kicked off the bed. Thankfuly for Hopper both were wearing clothes.

Hopper, like any father, will find a way to wake up the kids in the most memorable way. When (y/n) was little and had Nancy and Jonathan spend the night Hopper would get two pans and slam them together until they woke up. Horrible, but it got the job done. But this time would be different so he woke up Dustin and told him to wake Steve up, which lead to Dustin shaking Steve awake which woke (y/n) up and made her yell that then woke everyone else up. Isn’t this morning amazing?

“WHAT THE HELL DUSTIN!” The girl yelled. “SHUT IT IM TRYING TO SLEEP!” Mike yelled back at the girl. Oh? He wanted to sleep this morning? Well if she isn’t gunna sleep neither is he. She got out of bed and walked quietly behind Mike, right as she got in arms distance she leaned in. “BOO!” The poor boy screamed and fell off the couch.

“WHAT THE FUCK (Y/N)!” Mike glared at the laughing girl, “if I can’t sleep neither can you.” She smiled and walked back to her room to get changed. As for Hopper he sat at the breakfast table with a cup of coffee and watch the scene unfold, he may not like Mike so much but he did feel sorry for anyone who wakes his daughter up.

After breakfast it was time for the Chief of police to go make up a story for his daughter. “Hey (y/n/n) could you come here for a bit?” Hopper said putting his hat on. “Yeah Dad?” The girl said from the kitchen cleaning the plates with El drying them. “I’m going to make up a story for your disappearance and I’ll be back okay?” The man said walking to the front door.

“Ok dad! See ya in a bit” Hopper closed the door and drove the the station with a smile on his face. Everyone could tell something was up when he got there, he didn’t smell like alcohol nor did he snap at anyone.

“What has you in a good mood?” Florence asked Hopper as he walked past her “I found my daughter, apparently she ran off because she couldn’t handle the death of Billy.” Everyone was shocked, shouldn’t he be mad that his daughter just left out of nowhere.

“Well I’m glad to hear that! But, uhm. Everyone thinks she’s dead.” The elderly women pushed up her glasses. “Yeah she’s grounded but hey I’m just glad she’s back.” Hopper said lighting a cigarette. Before Florence could complain he raised a hand up.

“I deserve this today.” He sighed and got back to paperwork.

The party were all in the young girls room hating and laughing while some music was playing in the background softly. (Y/n) had a fun time catching up with everyone, she told the party about Russia but left out all the torturing. “So you learned a new language?” Dustin asked enthusiastically. “Parts of it.” She smiled. “Hey why don’t we try to find out if the Russians are going to come back.” Steve said standing up from the bed. Nobody likes the idea but nodded anyways; better to stop it now than for them to attack when they aren’t ready.

“Dustin, do you still have your radio thingy?” (Y/n) asked smoothing out her shirt. “Yeah of course I do, why?” Then it hit him, she was going to try and see if she can get any signals from Russia. “It won’t reach that far.” Dustin explained to the girl. “Maybe, but we can always ask your science teacher to help.” She smirked.

(Part 6)

#steve harrington fluff #dustin and steve #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington #steve harrington angst #stranger things #stranger things x reader #stranger things angst #stranger things season 3 #bad writing #memories 5 #dustin x suzie #dustin x reader #jim hopper x joyce byers #jim hopper x reader #jim hopper

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blustersquall · 5 years

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First kiss for Arthur/Isabel. I've been dying to know how it happens

Thank you Nonny! It took me a bit of time to think where their first kiss would fit in the canonical world of things. I hope you enjoy this. I do. :D

Takes place in Chapter 4 of the game. Contains game spoilers.

Title: Slowly Falling

@rdr-oc-appreciation @ineedpeetalikehekneadsbread

It took most of the day to dispose of the O’Driscoll corpses, though disposal was more tossing them into the bayou to keep the alligators satisfied, but once it was accomplished Arthur could feel the tension in the gang recede a little.

He checked in with those who were up for conversation making sure they were hale and whole. It was miraculous that out of all of them only a few wounds were sustained and most of them minor.

For all their numbers, the O’Driscoll’s were terrible shots.

Isabel sustained the worst wound, one she didn’t even realise she had until the gunfire was finished and every O’Driscoll lay dead. Arthur remembered watching the colour drain from her face as she breathed hard and leaned against the wall for support. Her shirt stained red beneath her jacket and the way she left a smear on the wall when her legs gave out beneath her.

A bullet had found its mark in her lower back during the gun fight. Shallow, and not life-threatening by any means, but bad enough that all the air in Arthur’s lungs left him and her remembered yelling for Swanson as he hoisted Isabel up into his arms.

Morphine administered, Swanson was able to retrieve the bullet with relative ease and dress the injury. Arthur gave Isabel his bed to rest, closing out the rest of the world to try and keep he noise to a minimum while he sat vigil. Her breathing was deep. He filled the time writing in his journal and sketching. Sketching the scenes he had witnessed. Sketching her. The slope of her nose, the curve of her lips, the way her eyelashes fanned over her cheeks.

Another person he cared about injured on his watch. Perhaps if he wasn’t so stupid the O’Driscoll’s never would have found them. Maybe if he’d been more alert, the attack could have been avoided entirely. The world was closing in around him and the gang. Civilization, O’Driscoll’s, the Pinkertons, and Cornwall. Soon, they would be surrounded on all sides with no where left to run.

Trapped.

Dawn the next day was when Isabel awoke. Arthur was there, ready at her bedside having dozed on-and-off through the night in a chair. He sat on the very edge of the bed, graphite stained hand on hers.

“Hey there,” he murmured to her watching her eyes openly and focus in on her surroundings. She winced when she moved, her left hand immediately going to the lower portion of her body.

“O’Driscoll’s?” she asked, heaving a breath with the effort it took her to sit up. “Kieran? Is everyone–”

“They’re fine,” Arthur placed both hands on her shoulders. “They’re all fine, Isa– Miss Ashwood.”

“Good…” a brief smile came to her lips. “Good.” Arthur pushed her hair back away from her face. “Damn, I feel like I was gored by a boar…”

“Close,” said Arthur with a brief smile. “You was shot. Not badly. Swanson says you’ll be alright.”

“Guess that’ll teach me for comin’ outta cover.” She chuckled a little, “I’m glad everyone else is okay.”

“Everyone except…”

Isabel’s eyes dropped. “Kieran... yeah. God, that poor kid. I liked ‘im, y’know? He was… nice. Too nice for them O’Driscoll’s. He deserved a better end than that.”

“That he did.”

They sat in respectful silence. Arthur remembered Kieran saving his life. Remembered them going fishing. He was a good man. Kinder than most. Just wanted to tend to horses and live a peaceful life. Getting involved with the O’Driscoll’s was just asking for trouble.

Another person he failed to protect.

He started from his thoughts when Isabel’s hand came up to cradle his cheek in a gesture that was more intimate than friendly, and made his chest tighten. She turned his head so they were looking at each other and the space between them was only inches.

“I see I stole your bed.”

Arthur quirked his mouth in a crooked smile. “You needed it more. At least it’s a bit quieter up here.”

“Thank you, Arthur.” Isabel leaned in and kissed his cheek. She lingered there, lips brushing his skin when she spoke. “You’re always lookin’ out for me. Ever since we met.” Her breath trembled when she exhaled and Arthur hoped she didn’t hear him swallow. Having her this close... it was almost more than he could bear. “I… I hope you know…”

He turned his head to see her better and the end of his nose bumped hers. Her breath mingled with his, and without thinking Arthur closed the space between them. The tightness in his chest only grew in response to his action, and a nervousness better suited to a young, inexperienced man made his leg start to jump. Isabel replied with a kiss of her own, reciprocating with a coy softness that was unexpected.

Reality hit him like a runaway train and Arthur pulled back, eyes wide and panic setting in. What had he done? What had he done?! He couldn’t do this again. Not after Eliza. Not after Mary. How could he condone these feelings he was experiencing? How could he allow himself these desires when everything around him was falling apart? More than that, how could he ever imagine that someone like Isabel wanted him? She was brightness in a dark world, and deserved a goddamn fairy tale prince. Not a filthy outlaw. Not a killer. A thief. Not him.

“Sorry, I–” he started. Stopped. Clenched his eyes closed and his hands into fists in his lap. “I should–”

“Arthur,” Isabel’s tone was gentle, not scolding and that alone surprised him. Her hand at his cheek moved to curl his hair around his ear. “I don’t mind.” He met her gaze. Her half-hooded, dark eyes with the rings of green in them that fascinated and enchanted him.

She kissed him this time, her fingers sliding up into his hair. Her lips drew him in, causing him to all but crumble before her. He held her jaw, hungrily devouring her kiss and embracing the coiling, excited sensation bubbling away inside him. There was less coy softness in this. It was as though she was trying to convey to him how she felt through gestures, rather than words.

Isabel wanted him? How could she? After all he had done? After everything she had witnessed him do? After all the things about him she knew? All the things she didn’t know. How could she want him like this? Oh, he didn’t want to question it, but it was something he couldn’t help. It was too good to be true. Something would come along and steal this moment of joy away, surely. That was what always happened. Everything good in his life that was his and his alone got taken from him, or left him. How could he open himself up to that pain again?

He was though. Willingly. Selfishly. With every moment the kiss lengthened, with every breath one of them stole, he was opening himself up to more pain and hurt. Falling into it. Welcoming it.

He was a fool.

“Isabel–” Arthur broke the kiss, breathing hard and pressing his forehead to hers in an attempt to gain some clarity. He ran his thumb along her reddened bottom lip, ignoring the desire to kiss her again. “I–”

“Arthur!” Dutch’s voice rang out fro the ground floor and outside, it sounded like. Immediately, Arthur was on alert like a dog being called by its master. “Get down here, son! We need to talk about this trolley station job!”

“I’m sorry,” he turned to Isabel, “I have to…”

“You go,” she smiled, and it was genuine. He expected to see disappointment, annoyance, not warmth. “I should rest up, anyway.”

Arthur nodded, “yeah… yeah. You need t’rest.” He got to his feet and paced a little to work out that nervous jumpy feeling in his legs. “I’ll let Hosea and the Reverend know you’re up. They’ll wanna check on you.”

“Okay,” she lay back in bed, pulling the blanket up from where it had pooled in her lap.

At the door, Arthur looked back at her wrestling with himself and whether or not he should say something. He bit the inside of his mouth. What could he say? Should he try and apologize again? Isabel was already settled back into the thin pillow and had her eyes closed. He chose to stay silent on the topic. Whatever they needed to say could wait until her strength returned.

Whoo, this is longer than I expected it to be! I hope you like it Nonny! I … actually quite like it. It’s how I envision their first kiss to go down. Everyone else at the camp already thinks there’s something going on because they’re always off hunting together or getting into trouble up to this point, but they’re just friends who are…totally blind. Because Isabel thinks Arthur isn’t interested, and Arthur doesn’t think he’s worthy of being loved by someone.

Tra-la-la. ANYWAY. THANKS FOR THE PROMPT, NONNY!

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shadowofadalekmightdeactivate · 6 years

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Still Human chapter 7

(Word count: 1,392 Tag list: @tinkslittlebelle )

Roman grinned to himself, watching Virgil draw in silence. Even when he wasn’t in art class, he always seemed to be drawing. A warm feeling spread through his chest as he watched him. He knew who he was going to be drawing for his profile art project. The professor did say draw whoever made them passionate, maybe if he asked Virgil would come over so he could draw him- He suddenly noticed Virgil’s dark eyes on him. He blushed and hid his face, catching Virgil’s huff of laughter. He peeked between his fingers to see him smiling slightly, shaking his head. Roman’s blush deepened. He wasn’t sure why he felt so warm but he really liked it.

“That’s called a crush.” Roman tilted his head, watching his friend Remy as he sat cross-legged on his bed back at Roman’s house. “You’ve got a hot crush, big R.” “This is not a crush, Remy, this is bigger!” “Do tell.” Remy leaned forward, an amused smile spreading across his face. “Tell me, R. What’s this guy look like?” “Well…” Roman rocked slightly, starting to flap his hands as he thought about the object of his affection. “He’s got long hair, but not too long-like your length, and long fingers, and eyes that are the colour of dark chocolate, and his hair’s soft, and he smells like vanilla, and-“ Remy waved his hands to stop him. “Okay okay, I get it! That’s definitely a crush, big R.” His smile grew wider. “And I really want to meet this boy. When’s your art class?” “I won’t have it again until Wednesday-oh, but he’s coming over to my house to help with a project!” Remy moved off his bed. “I’m staying over. I’m intrigued. When’s he coming over? Did he say?” “Um…” Roman paused. He wasn’t sure Virgil actually gave him a time or if he was just going to text him when he was on his way. Explaining this to Remy got a chuckle. “Your boyfriend doesn’t sound terribly organized.” “He’s not my boyfriend!” Roman glared at him, ignoring the blush creeping up his cheeks. Remy winked at him. “Not yet, you mean.” “Remy-!!” His phone buzzed, cutting him off. He pulled it out to see what was up.

V: im on my way

“He’s on his way,” Roman relayed to Remy. Remy grabbed his hand and dragged him to the closet. “Well, you aren’t greeting him like that.” “What do you mean?!” Roman pulled himself free. “What’s wrong with what I’m wearing?” “It’s…” Remy grasped for words as Roman watched him expectantly. “It’s bland.” “I like bland!” “Well then it’s ratty.” “I like ratty!” Remy rolled his eyes, turning to the closet and started pulling clothes out of it. “Costume, Disney, Disney, Costume…My god, Roman, do you wear anything else?!” “I have a pair of shorts!” Remy looked over his shoulder so fast, Roman thought he snapped his neck. “Where.” “In my dresser drawer! They’re a little short, though.” “Even better.” Remy dove into his bag, pulling out a pair of scissors. Roman backed up. “Wh-What’s going on?” “Don’t fret, Roman,” Remy purred. “Just a bit of a makeover for your boyfriend, is all~” Roman perked up, eagerness drowning out his irritation at Virgil being referred to as his boyfriend (again). He liked makeovers!

“230 Peter Street…This is it.” Virgil pushed open the door of Lily’s car, almost falling out of it. He smiled nervously at his driver when he got out. “Ah…Thanks, Lil.” “Anytime, V! Glad I could help. See you at 9?” “Y-Yeah…See ya…” The green minivan pulled out of the driveway as Virgil eyed the house Roman and his mother lived in. A small, 2 floor condo, it didn’t have much to offer in the way of space, but it seemed snug and cozy at the same time. Virgil-having grown in almost a slum for as long as he could remember-felt like he didn’t belong. Have I ever? Pushing the disheartening thought from his mind, he started up the neat little steps to the front door. Roman answered at the first knock, and his new appearance made Virgil’s heart jump into his throat. Roman’s hair had been curled slightly, making it fall in soft little waves. Someone had convinced him to wear eyeliner, red lipstick, a crop shirt and shorts-both too short to be standing at the door in mid-November. “Hi V!” Roman chirped. Virgil’s voice seemed to be lodged into the back of his throat and refused to budge. He managed a wave, jolting when Roman grabbed his wrist and pulled him into the house. “Don’t just stand there, you’ll catch a cold. I don’t bite!” A male in shades lowered the glasses down his nose when the pair entered, smirking at Virgil and causing him to blush. His blue eyes seemed to read his mind. “Oh that’s Remy.” Roman stopped suddenly, barely flinching when Virgil plowed into him from behind. “Remy, this is Virgil!” Virgil reeled slightly from the blow, putting a hand to his head to collect his thoughts. The man laughed slightly. “This is the guy you were going on about? He’s not that impressive.” Virgil hunched his shoulders as Roman scolded his friend. That stung. “Yeah…Sorry…” “No! Don’t you apologize. You did nothing.” Roman turned back to him, coaxing Virgil’s head up to look at him. Virgil turned red and looked away, freeing his chin from his hand again as Roman spoke. “He shouldn’t have said that to you!” “It doesn’t really matter…Can we just get this drawing done with?” “Charming,” Remy muttered to himself. Virgil’s shoulders bunched again as Roman shot him a glare over his head. This was going to be a long visit.

“Just stand there! I’ll get the stuff!” Roman half-shoved Virgil towards the window. Remy perched on the bed to watch as Virgil stood awkwardly. “Should I…Do anything in particular?” “Just stand in any way that’s comfortable for you!” Roman hauled his sketchbook out. “If I find anything I like, I’ll ask you to hold it.” Virgil’s pale cheeks dusted in pink. Roman couldn’t help the grin. He was so sweet! He shot a glace at Remy, who met his eyes and winked. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. Roman smiled slightly as music was set up, watching Virgil lean against the wall and look out the window. Oo, perfect! “Stay there!” Roman grabbed a pencil and started sketching the base for the painting. He saw Virgil glance over at him before looking away again. Roman couldn’t help smiling as the picture came together. Virgil agreeably didn’t move much, gazing out the window at whatever was out there. An early snow had started as the sun had started going down, making everything fall dark. Virgil eventually changed positions once to check his phone, the soft light making his eyes glitter. Roman cursed himself. He was in love. He thinks. Augh, this was so confusing! “Okay, that’s all for now!” He admired the base coat briefly, letting Virgil move. He came over to see the painting, leaning in beside Roman from where he was sitting. Roman glanced over and saw his purple-dyed bangs were falling into his eyes again. How does he see through that? “Looks good.” He squeezed Roman’s shoulder gently, straightening up again. Roman flushed slightly. “It’s…Not that good.” “It is, hon,” Remy piped in, kissing Roman’s cheek. Roman giggled and wiped at the spot. “Remy!!” “So, what, am I going home early?” Virgil stuffed his hands in his pockets. Remy shared a look with Roman. “I mean, if you want to. But I thought we could…You know…Watch a movie? And then I could help you with your project.” Virgil perked up slightly, then jumped when his phone buzzed. He pulled it out to check it. “Ah…Shit, I can’t.” Virgil sighed, putting it away again. “My ride’s early anyway. Said she was in the area and thought she’d pick me up.” “Can she go back and wait?” “It’s an hour drive here and back.” Oh, right. Roman stood reluctantly. “Well…Thanks for coming over, Virgil. I’ll see you later…?” Virgil smiled slightly, making Roman’s heart rate pick up again. “Sure. Later.” Remy was trying to hold back giggles as Virgil left. Roman glared at him as he tried to compose himself. “You, sir,” Remy choked out. “Are lovesick.”

#Still Human AU #Slightly OOC Remy? I think?#I hope not #Redhead Writes #Sanders Sides #Virgil Sanders #Roman Sanders #thomas sanders sleep #Autism AU

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chickenfetus · 7 years

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ALL!!!! (also the gemini sqUAD LOL)

im gonna enjoy a nice cup of water while doing this bc idk a tea (update i didnt drink water at all and now im dying of thirst,, also undercut bc many)

1: Golden mornings or peachy sunsets?

i dont wake up early enough to see the sunrise and when i do i never manage to take pics bc of school so peachy sunsets

2: Sugar cones or waffle cones?

idk what a sugar cone is but i like waffle cones!!! havent eaten ice cream with a cone in forever though,, i rarely eat ice cream now

3: Do you wear scarves often? do you have a favorite?

listen…. its about 33 degrees everyday but even if im in a colder country i dont wear scarves

4: How long do you lay in bed before you finally get up?

this depends?? on how motivated im feeling lmao never more than 10 minutes though because if i lay awake for that long ill just fall back asleep

5: Is there a food you’ve never had but always wanted to try?

i dont think so?? im bad at trying new things especially food

6: What does your umbrella look like?

i dont.. go outside often and whenever i do i take public transport so basically everythings sheltered so i never had a need for umbrellas

7: Do you listen to ASMR?

ive only listened to one everybody please listen to this gift

8: Rain storms or a light drizzle?

both, preferably when im indoors

9: What’s a little thing in life that you love?

hm??????????? my tags lmao

UPDATE: i also really like reading other people’s tags and their rambles that is all

10: Favorite color aesthetic?

does the word aesthetic make this question any different from a normal favourite colour question???? if it doesnt then sky blue

11: Wobbly lines or using a ruler?

in this house we draw lines with no ruler like men (but also because even if i did use a ruler it wouldnt be like… straight idk i cant use rulers

12: Bright colorful living room or neutral cozy living room?

neutral cozy living room but i also love basking in sunlight

13: Do you have any candles? what scents are they?

im not a big fan of heavy smelling products so i dont own any candles

14: Have you ever rode a horse?

i dont think so??????? ive seen horses before though

15: Do you have glasses?

without my glasses i wouldnt be able to read these questions lmao and . .. theyre also a result of watching pokemon too closely to the tv at a young age… its been like 10 years since i got glasses

16: What’s a language you’d like to speak?

japanese i tried speaking it but i got 2 embarrassed to say anything properly while i was in japan (i cant even speak english properly to a friend whyd i think i could speak another language to a stranger beats me)

17: What’s your favorite season and favorite month in that season?

my singaporean no season ass: ? but autumn and november (is this cutting it too close to winter? idk my seasons)

18: Do you have a favorite pair of socks?

hm not really i just wear blue ankle socks a lot but my friend did give me a pair of pokemon and gudetama socks before and i adore those although i lost the gudetama ones in the uk last year she got me another pair whatd i do to deserve her?

19: Favorite Ghibli and/or disney movie

m .. um? big. hero 6??????

20: Disney, Dreamworks, or Pixar?

my dumb ass didnt know they were different

21: What snacks do you usually get at the theater?

i rarely go and watch movies anymore but when i did watch a lot of movies with my friend at the theater we’d get afternoon shows and sneak mcdonalds in lmao

22: What’s an underrated video game/ movie/ show you love and think it needs more recognition?

how about band? day6 i only ever play pokemon + sif + bandori so i cant say much and i rarely watch movies and a show? if its an anime id say the one i mentioned before in my one text post

23: Would you fill your house with plants if you had a green thumb?

not really rip

24; All plants are great but do you have a favorite?

HM mmmmmm there was this one but i forgot the name lmao pass

25: Do you have a favorite type of art style? (eg: soft looking, no to little color, sketches, crisp and clean, minimalist, pixel art etc.)

when im the … audience? what do u call it???? i like seeing all kinda of art styles!!! everyone has their own unique art style and i love it all :o

for ME,, , ive been doing art for 6 years maybe and i still cant do shit

26: What would you do if someone gave you flowers?

i would die straight up die thats such a soft concept i cant imagine myself receiving flowers thats 2 sweet oh my god wtf id combust??? i prefer leaves though is that weird i picked some nice leaves recently and im gonna give those to my friends

27: Do you like nicknames?

giving and having nicknames is my favorite past time

28: Do you still watch shows you watched when you were a kid? even from time to time?

pokemon lmao thank u 4 not ending it…. the animation has only improved and im so proud to have been watching it since the start pokemon is my special thing i love it so much!! an interest that never died down, with an anime that stays super like idk to my preference? i tried watching the new digimon stuff but i just couldnt :^( im glad they made ash stay the main character

29: Do you still like old memes? (tell the truth)

never forget dat boi

30: Favorite Halloween costume you dressed up as? (if you don’t celebrate halloween have you ever cosplayed or would you like to? who did you cosplay as?)

we dont celebrate halloween and i would never cosplay, big shoutout to cosplayers though!!! they put in so much effort and just, respect!!!!!

i dont know if this is an actual memory because i dont remember well but when i was younger i thiNK? i had to dress up as a swan thing i have no clue i dont even remember the performance but i might have had to ?? and dance??? or act i dont remember everythings fuzzy but i dressed up a swan once? in kindergarten ?????

31: Are you a fashionable person?

i have the worst fashion sense and even though jeans are nice once again the weather here doesnt allow me to be as fashionable as i can be

32: Do you like watching holiday movies?

not realyyy??? the jack frost (rip) movie was ncie????

33: Cookies or brownies?

i live 4 chocolate chip cookies but too much is . . not preferable

34: Do you blow in the cold air just to see your breath?

no i hate breathing in & out from my mouth

35: Do you find the crickets chirping outside your window relaxing?

WELL from the great cockroach ordeal last night id probably die bc we live in an apartment building so the only way id be hearing crickets would be if they were in the ROOM

36: Do you like cobblestone streets?

my only knowledge of cobblestone is from minecraft so idk

37: How often do you doodle?

when school was still relevant i would doodle as soon as i picked up a pencil lmao i try not to anymore bc i doodled on my math assignment and forgot to fucking erase it and my math teacher called me out

38: When was the last time you blew bubbles?

a year ago?? i dont remember but i do remember when i was younger id try and blow bubbles at the void deck do yall kno what that is its just a space near the lift lobby anyway i swallowed the soap thing idk u know how ur supposed to blow? well i sucked the soap in yum

39: What’s your favorite random piece of decor in your house and room?

in my room its the bed and in the house its the water bottle that contains water

40: Do you bite your fingernails off or clip them more often?

i………………………… i dont actualy kno how to clip my nails and my mum would kill me if i tried but i dont bite my nails either

41: Any birthmarks?

not that i know of

42: Thoughts on freckles?

ive never actually seen someone with freckles in public before but theyre good stuff i gueess?? i dont actually have an opinion on them? everyone says theyre cute and all but im just ??? not that i hate freckles tho if u have freckles? thats cool!

43: First video game you ever played?

pokemon pearl?? either that or megaman on my ps3 OR the bomb square guy????? idk the game name but.. ya

44: what type of bird do you hear most often outside your door?

i dont know what the bird species are but theyre small black birds not crows idk

45: Do you use gifs/ memes a lot when replying to people?

memes yes gifs no bc im not lame like jen

46: Thoughts on spring?

no comment?? i mean? its nice??????? i guess ??? if we had a spring

47: Ideal temperature outside?

oh boy 20 degrees would be enough for me but its never gotten that low before sunny island’s life

48: Cloudy, partly cloudy, or clear skies?

i like clear skies when its bright! but not too sunny and not too warm!!!!! clouds are nice to look at too though

49: How often do you hear airplanes outside?

yeah we live near an airport i dont think anybody uses????

50: Do you enjoy windy days?

windy days are my SHIT back in school our basketball court was open spaced and whenevr wind blew we could feel it man thats the life right there but i hate windy days when im sitting at home bc it flows the curtains rigth into my face i like the feel of the wind and the smell of fresh air but… curtains in my face? not 2 great so rip i close all the windows lmao

okay thank u so much 4 asking falen i love you and wow this was a lot

#im laughing icb i asked u to ask me thank u for asking #ur a good pal #softshouyous #asks

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celeryw · 7 years

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Fandom: Naruto, Naruto Online

Words: 1.2k

Pairings: BD/AF/MB/CF/SB the usual lol

Summary: Breeze Dancer goes on a lot of missions with and without the squad. He’s never had fanart before.

ao3 link

it starts out with a simply courier mission some small town wants this small delivery of like industrial material and apparently according to Tsunade he’s the right person for the job don’t mess this up i don’t even know how you would and if you do you better pray to the gods that i dont cut your pay. Breeze doesn’t really understand because B-ranks don’t pay very well and the rent is split five ways so the money he gets is for Pampering his beloveds.

The town is right in the middle of the Land of Rivers, Takumi village is quaint compared to Konoha and the villagers look... not as nice as konohans but also aren’t as mean looking as people from Iwa.

There’s a huge shopping district and he can see the money leaving his pocket. (He very carefully avoids there until he sees the village head about the bridge and the well, because we all know he is the best person to ask about building things also isn’t there a story about how wolves eat pigs and have wind elements? no? just him then)

He does eventually go to the shopping district and there’s a lot of people, he’s in his element really. Breeze goes to almost every store. He also meets a tiny boy who says he’s eight years old and likes drawing and you’re from Konoha? Do you know Sai he’s part of Team Kakashi and uses his drawings for fights! The kid rambles a lot and Breeze just tells him small details he knows about Sai and his fight style and how he has really nice skin and how they have a rivalry.

The kid has stars in his eyes (his name is Taku and he wants to become a strong shinobi) and promises to draw a really epic battle scene you’ll love it Breeze-san i’m a huge fan of you too! You and your partners are S rank in the bingo book and my mom reads that to me before i go to bed, of course i know what it is it’s just the really awesome details about really strong shinobi i want to be in it when i grow up. Breeze grimaces a little but he can understand how the mistake could be made, he does want to talk to this kid’s mother though.

When he returns to Konoha he has full pay for a B-rank and a lot of souvenirs, he even gives Tsunade a print out picture of TonTon the pig (the lone survivor of the brick house he always privately thinks to himself) and she’s delighted and puts it up in her office with a bit of tape, its a little underwhelming but the picture itself is almost microscopic anyways.

He opens the front door to his home, Scarlet is sat at the dinner table with scrolls set in front of him they cover the whole dang thing (which seats 10, half of which are for the people in the relationship the other half is for team kakashi except naruto, he has to bring a folding chair it’s an in joke) a quick mental count and skim over deems the 20 maybe 30 scrolls are all about the physical wellbeing of an uchiha. Breeze is interested but not going to touch that, he knows that uchiha are sturdy but he does not want to know how they get their hair to shine thank you very much. So he very quickly kisses Scarlet on the forehead and heads to the bedroom.

Azure is there, doodling. He thinks about that kid who showed him a huge sketch “it’s actually a folio and im sending it to a publisher” book and it was filled with real masterpieces and annotations. Azure notices him and puts her pen down with a hey lovely how was the mission you were gone for two whole weeks do you want to see what me and Scarlet got up to because we destroyed one of the training grounds and had to get Tenzou to rebuild it again look i have pictures. He settles in next to her and grins at the pictures taking his time to survey the damage, it’s a lot and he knows its because the two have been trying to do some sort of combo move that incorporated Fire and Water dragons.

Midnight walks into the room then and rolls his eyes, he leans down for a kiss from Azure and then a kiss from Breeze. He slumps into the bed and goes right to sleep. They both smile fondly at him and then Azure gets off the bed saying something about wanting to a few muscle loosening exercises and she kisses Breeze softly and murmurs against his lips that she’s glad he’s back and she’s out of the room in a flutter of blue hair. Breeze is sickly in love with all of them.

He should not be surprised when he is awaken by loud laughter. Crimson, Midnight and Azure are laughing, it’s nice when it’s not in the early hours of dawn. He turns over and goes back to sleep.

He really should’ve checked what they were laughing at before he closed his eyes again, but he did not and he regrets it a little bit. It’s the kid, the kid who had sent by a summoned wedged tail eagle a huge portfolio of just artistically drawn pictures of him. they’re really good and he wants to pay the kid now, so he does he gives him thirty thousand ryou delivered by the eagle of course. His partners giggle at him and tease him about his popularity, although they too send him money and ask for requests. They all get a portrait each and they’ve hung them up in the dining room.

Tsunade gets wind of this, he’s not sure how but she’s a huge fan of this kid’s work. She’s gotten him to come down to Konoha with the jounin protection of Sai and the kid is a sobbing mess when he gets to meet his heroes, it’s really cute. Taku becomes famous and Genma decides to take this civilian boy and let him live his dream. It’s the best thing Breeze has ever seen and he’s itching to tell Jiraiya so he can write a book and Breeze can read it and be overcome by emotions and drama.

The pictures get really famous and Taku starts to expand his artistic ability he starts doing backgrounds. They’re really good and Breeze throws more money at him and gets beautiful desert paintings and it’s just like how he remembers it. He gets forest paintings with the sunlight filtering through the leaves and he can almost see the moisture on the leaves slip off and patter on the ground. He loves it, he loves the paintings.

Taku is eleven, he’s been drawing professionally for two years and it’s really all thanks to his most favourite shinobi the Breeze Dancer who was supportive over the years and let him follow his dreams while keeping up with his hobbies. Taku knows that his hero worship won’t go away, because now he really knows Breeze, he knows how much Breeze doesn’t like when people lick their fingers after they finish a meal, and how Breeze misses Sunagakure a lot but loves Konoha so much he wouldn’t leave, and when Breeze smiles at him and his art his heart squeezes and he can’t help beaming back.

#cel writes #naruto #naruto online #hey i have a new tag now #team 20

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prettivol · 7 years

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scared to be lonely

my paper roses contest submission @v-0-3 it’s a fic!

I started this yesterday and im literally screaming b/c I was able to finish it. Inspired completely by the artwork you posted for 4k subscribers. I loved it so much and was craving to write something for it. Thankfully I finally did.

here is a song to go with it -> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tvZyp8zMvnI

Story below~

There was an accident a week ago and then Hiro was gone. It’s not as simple as that but Akio still misses him, draws him in places where he would normally be, brings him up in just about every conversation. And this, Yuki is tired of but can tell how bad it must be to have Hiro up and leave, knowing the way he can be. Impulsive, emo to the point it ruins other people's moods (these are Yuki’s words), and a whole lot of self-loathing. Things that Akio could usually balance out with his bright and far more optimistic attitude but it’s must be hard for them to balance each other out when they are separated and have been for over a week.

But now the days are bleak, the sun is often shadowed by rain clouds or a simple overcast sky that leaves a lot to be desired. And Yuki doesn’t know what it is that’s really hurting Akio, even after watching him from afar all week. Even now, as he sits by the window looking out as the sun sets. Waiting, perhaps for Hiro to come back. Probably, for Hiro to come back. It’s really dramatic and something right out of a drama and if Akio didn’t have amnesia he’d know that Hiro did this often and came back every time but even then he worried. Stupidly, to Yuki anyways.

“Uhm, Aki-” Yuki begins and is cut off when entering Hiro’s room where Akio seems to spend most of his days. He startles at the first vestige of sound making his sketchbook fall off his lap with a loud slap in the otherwise silent room. Apparently he was asleep but Yuki couldn’t tell from the way he was leaning against his hand, his unkempt hair hid his face just too well. “Are you okay?” She tries again, hands pressed nervously against the pleats on her dress. Akio is still blinking sleep away, looking at her, around her but his shoulders fall as if he’s expecting something. Like he has been all week.

Yuki can tell he understood her, from the way his expression shifts, calculating and forming an answer where one begins, he stops himself. And starts again. “I….I’ve been better.” Without even hiding the pain that he’s feeling, he leans over to pick up up the fallen sketch book as Yuki crosses the room, making sure not to let her eyes wander. There are countless paper roses covering Hiro’s bed, she doesn’t know if Akio made them but it’s a lot.

“You, uh, we can talk if you want? Dinner is ready.” This was -- sigh -- hard. Yelling at Hiro for upsetting Akio was always easier because he didn’t remember some of the crazy stuff Hiro did but it wasn’t like Hiro had any trouble practically recreating those memories, even as going as far as injuring Akio, again. Of course not on purpose, never on purpose. Hiro wasn’t like that.

“How’s your arm?” Yuki tries as they transition to the dining area, Akio is so quiet behind her that she has to turn and look to make sure he’s actually following. The arm held up in a sling is a grim reminder in itself of both things weighing heavily on his mind. One, his wrist is broken...because of Hiro and second, that Hiro is gone.

And some point during this Yuki expects Akio to get fed up with her, tell her to leave him alone and just blow up because everything wasn’t going to be okay and that some things just can’t be fixed. At least that’s what Hiro always did and it would go on like that until Hiro left. But Akio’s voice is soft and level when he answers, the quiver of his voice when he first woke up is gone as if by putting his guard up again that could hide all of the other signs showing that he wasn’t okay.

“It’s fine, thanks.” There is a hint of a smile trying to make it’s way onto his face but funny how even that has become difficult.

In all honesty, Yuki doesn’t entirely know what has shifted between Akio and her brother since Akio’s memory loss. Sure they’re best friends, grew up together but Akio doesn’t remember that and things are the same but very different. And it wasn’t Yuki’s fujoshi side speaking here, it was the calculated, and observing sister who begrudgedly admits that Hiro didn’t try to change anything between them. He wanted to have his relationship with Akio remain as similar to when he remembered they were best friends and that was good of him. But he couldn’t help that something in Akio’s own heart resurfaced or blossomed like rose bud in spring but the familiarity of it all made her think it was the former.

Akio ate, as much as his mood would allow him and Yuki just wanted to slam her face into her bowl the entire time, this was getting really sad. Goddammit Hiro, you’re still being a selfish prick.

Later when washing dishes and putting them away, there is a distant sound of one bedroom door opening and another closing. Yuki can’t tell if it was from Akio leaving his room and going into Hiro’s or the other way around.

❦ ❦ ❦ ❦ ❦

The fourteenth day that Hiro has been gone, it starts tame and quiet. Just as bleak and dreary as the days before. Yuki is outside, just to take a break from the heavy atmosphere of the house. Somehow it’s even seeped outside or perhaps it just clings, heavy and suffocating. Just enough that it’s always on your mind and when you find one spare moment to not think about it you end up being grateful that you’re not thinking about it. But in that same moment of thanks you realize, you’re thinking about it all over again.

“If it’s going to rain just rain, get these gross clouds out of here.” Mumbling on her way back into the house where Akio is disappearing behind a door. They don’t see much of each other lately, Yuki tries. Akio doesn’t. He’s probably drawing again but Yuki can’t imagine there being anything left for him to draw, unless he’s drawing the same thing over and over. The thought alone worries Yuki enough to follow Akio behind said door. It’s quiet when she approaches and maybe he’s fallen asleep again but once at the door she hears it. The faint sound that only resembles paper tearing, it’s fast and frantic almost. Yuki pushes open the door to see Akio huddled over on the floor with his back facing the door and he’s pulling apart the paper roses scattered around the room. Pieces of white are raining down around him, in bits that almost resembles snow. They’re all around him, on him even.

Yuki steps in and her bracelet hits the wood on the door and Akio turns around, face wet with tears. Yuki runs over to kneel besides him, suddenly scared because it’s been this long and she expected him to snap days ago. But he picks up another paper rose from the floor and tears it apart, screaming as he goes.

“He thinks he’s nothing, can’t be good, can’t be anything!” Yuki goes to grab the paper from Akio’s trembling hands but he drops it and picks up another to repeat the process. Worrying Yuki that he’ll do something to his cast, he’s only been without his cast for two days and it’s completely possible for him to make his wrist worse. “He just thinks he’s a monster or something stupid. It’s why he always treats me like im easy to break and tear apart.”

Rip.

“I’m not!”

Rip.

“It’s not fair! I’m not- Ah! What are you-”

“Stop it, Akio!” Yuki has finally had enough and grabs the rose from his hand and sweeps all others around him away, feeling her own tears want to break surface but she blinks them away and helps Akio stand. Giving him a once over she can’t help but be disappointed in herself in letting him get like this, he should at least look better than he feels. She doesn’t have the words to comfort him right now because she knows he just wants Hiro to come back.

“Let me fix your hair,” Looping her arm gently around his as she pulls him out of the room, making sure to shut the door behind them.

And about ten minutes later Akio’s hair and pulled back tamely in a ponytail almost longer than Yuki’s but it’s her hand that hovers where she usually places a flower. Hesitant because it’s a yellow rose that she holds and she wants Akio to wear for all the thing it symbolizes. Joy, gladness, friendship, delight, and promises of a new beginning. Because if Hiro doesn’t come back this time they’ll have to move anyways. So she tucks it behind his ear gently and she watches how his eyes lift in the mirror to look at it and regardless of how he must be feeling, he smiles. It’s the most genuine one she’s seen in awhile.

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Thirty-two days and counting. Well, maybe not counting. Akio smiles on a regular basis now, doesn’t draw Hiro in the places he would have been, doesn’t bring him up in every conversation or at all really. But Yuki knows he still thinks about him, how can he not?

“We’ve already watched this one.”

“Yeah well, we’re watching it again. It’s one of my favorites.” Yuki sits down next to Akio as the movie starts to play. They’ve been watching plenty of fantasy movies because it’s the next best thing being as far away from reality as possible aside from sleeping. So they’ll take the dragons, the fairies, witches and wizards and imagine they don’t live in the world that they do. In a world where it’s actually been over a month and Hiro hasn’t come back.

They don’t talk much during the movie, movie etiquette of course. But Akio pipes up just halfway through. “Is it supposed to rain today?”

Yuki is squinting her eyes and looking around because why would he suddenly ask- Oh. There’s the window just beyond them that shows the front yard of the house. And to think that Akio would give himself away so easily, through a mundane question about the sky that was growing darker the passing moments.

But she won’t mention it, there’s no need. “I’m not sure but it looks like it.” Answering honestly, she looks over at Akio to see how he’ll react. His hair is shorter (he finally let her cut it) and he’s now traded out the cast for a brace. He really does look better, he even acted like he felt better and it actually fooled Yuki.

All Akio does is hum a reply, sad eyes downcast to his lap but he does what he must’ve been doing these past weeks to fool her. He looks up and gives her a bright smile and gestures towards the screen where the movie still plays. “Are you watching? You’ll miss your favorite part.”

She already did.

Sometime after lunch and just before dinner, Yuki tells Akio she’ll make them a snack because yeah they’re hungry but not enough to eat a full meal. Yuki also felt like it was a good idea to eat something before the rain put them to sleep.

Standing on her tippy toes to reach into the counters for a bowl, usually she recruit Hiro for this kind of stuff but not anymore. It’s not that things had to change because Hiro left it’s because Hiro left that things became changed. He was a vital part to their everyday lives, even if Yuki gave him so much grief, that’s her brother and that couldn’t be sullied by any childish animosity she had towards him.

But some adjustments had to be made. Pulling up a chair from the kitchen table she test it’s stability before climbing up to open a cabinet and pull out a bowl. Yuki is younger than them both and tip toeing around Akio’s feelings has become a bit troublesome for her but it wouldn’t be fair to take it out on someone else.

“Akio, what was it that you wanted again?” She calls back to him in the other room but doesn’t get a reply. “Akio?” Calling out again, putting the bowl in her hand down on the counter just as she see’s him run past her, bumping the kitchen table and she can’t get down from the chair fast enough to keep the vase from falling over. It’s a loud crash that she covers her ears to block but it doesn’t matter now. The front door is hanging wide open and the loud pour of rain barges into the house. Leaping over the mess of water, glass, and flowers she follows Akio to the door but stops when she see’s him crash into a figure wearing a white t-shirt some ways out. And hand comes to her mouth and there are a myriad of emotions that flooding her. She wants to run out into the rain too, but also to fall to her knees and cry because she’s missed him but this moment isn’t for her.

The rocks hurt when they stab the bottoms of his feet, they tell him to slow down and take his time but it’s Hiro. It’s Hiro who stopped walking when he saw Akio come out of the house, barrelling towards him like a frieght train. And there is an impact when Akio finally reaches him, it’s cold and wet and feels very much like the rain. But Akio is solid, he’s actually here. It’s Akio who embraces him before words start spilling and he seems entirely okay that Hiro hasn’t hugged him back. But Hiro isn’t at all okay that he knows that the tears on Akio’s face are because of him, holding him just an arm's length away so he can see and hear everything Akio has to say.

The first thing he noticed before he even reached Hiro was that he was wearing different clothes from when he left and didn’t at all look as disheveled as he could have been and that makes Akio curious as to where he went but now, with him fully here in his arms, he doesn’t want to know. Doesn’t want to hear about what he’s been up to when he wasn’t here. None of that matters.

Akio tries not to cry but his heart doesn’t have the capacity to hold back these feelings anymore. “Why would you leave, Hiro? What good does that do?” He knows Hiro isn’t going to answer. “I’ve already told you that I’m not scared of you but you keep acting like you want to be a monster. Look at this Hiro!” Lifting the arm to show Hiro the brace on his wrist. “It’s healing, Hiro. Wounds heal, you can’t act like I’m broken forever. And you definitely can’t leave like that because it hurts far worse than any broken wrist, arm, or bone would!” And because Hiro hasn’t responded, Akio feels like hitting him for the first time ever.

Hiro’s head falls lower to avoid eye contact. “You act like I didn’t hurt you, it could’ve been worse. That’s what you don’t get, Akio.”

“No, Hiro,” His tone is soft again but loud enough to be heard above the rain. “You did hurt me, I get it but I know for a fact you didn’t do it on purpose so I have no reason to be scared of you or to want you gone. And I will never want those things because I know you’d never hurt me on purpose.”

“How do you know I wouldn’t?”

“Because I’d like to think I know you, Hiro. This has nothing to do with any other accident before.” A warning, to keep Hiro from saying what he knows he’s going to. “I’m fine, okay? It isn’t fair for you to just leave because you think it’s the right thing to do. Not having you here was unbearable and you fooling yourself into thinking that I don’t want to see you is unnecessary. No matter what it is, neither of us deserves to hurt as badly as we have.” Akio brings him in again, hoping maybe he’ll hug him back this time.

Yuki is still standing in the doorway with a hand over her mouth, unable to hear anything Akio is saying above the rain. She’d feel like she were intruding if she did but she could tell Akio was angry or whatever that emotion was to him. A moment after Akio hugs Hiro again and he doesn’t respond, Yuki’s heart sinks, assuming the worst, that Hiro has surely convinced himself he can’t be forgiven for what he’s done. But he wouldn’t come back if that were the case.

Akio is going to have a cold for sure tomorrow and it’ll all be dumbass Hiro’s fault. She’s just about to yell for him to come back but Akio moves his head where his forehead rest against Hiro shoulders and this way she can’t tell if he’s saying anything at all. But whatever happened did something amazing. As slow as they may be moving, Hiro’s arm come up around Akio smaller waist and squeeze as though he’d never want to let go. Yuki takes a step back into the house to hide behind the door frame, feeling like she’s peeping from a hundred feet away. When she can see them again Akio is smiling, a smile she’s seen countless times. Both real and fake but this was clearly real. Her own smile that has showed itself few and far between the past month radiates through the stormy weather.

“Welcome home, Hiro.”

#mine #my writing #paper roses #v-0-3 #prettivol

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thedappleddragon · 4 years

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Day 88 (Monday June 8)

i woke up from a crazy dream where my siblings ad i were traveling by car in some magic world and i was katara. i dont remember much, but i tried to press an entire treebranch like you would flowers between the pages of a book while the city law enforcement was chasing after us. at one point we walked in on a presentation and when they told me to get off stage i asked if ic ould please speak for a moment. they told me no, so i asked pretty please. i think that was a re-occurring part of the dream.

i dont really rmember the specific order of what i did today, but here we go. i spent some time outside today with my cat and ate a sandwich, but it was so unbearably sunny that we went inside. i later came back outside in the evening at like 8 pm when it was cooler and shadier and i brought a spray botttle with a little fan on the top. i sat on a towel in the grass and kept an eye on my cat and watched tiktoks until my phone died, so i switched to playing with the grass and making grass chains that kept falling apart. i spent so much time outside that my mom got mad at me for not responding to her calling for my help inside. at some point i could hear the neighbor kids playing hide and seek in their backyard. im always afraid that they think i’m spying on them, since i face their house because thats the side of the yard my cat likes to hang out in. thankfully theres a big minibarn in the way, so if im sitting in the grass i cant see any of their backyard.

i was hungry and wanted potato slices, and then i remembered that we owned an apple peeler/slicer/corer combo thing and i thought it would be cool to try using that instead of cutting the slices by hand. the peeler part had too strong a spring, so it dug into the potato so i just moved it back lol. it worked really well other than that. i sliced it, put it in a pan with some oil, and then tried cutting up an apple with the thing, but the spikes that hold it in place just bore a hole into the center instead of pushing it into the blade, so i just cut it buy hand perpendicular to how you normally cut apples. i thought it would be a fun idea to try and bake one of the slices, so i put it in a pan with a little pad of butter longside the potato in the oven, flipping both ever so often while watching youtube in the kithen. i added a little brown sugar to the apple slice. the potatoe turned out good, its hard to mess up lol. but the apple tasted like ass. the butter i used was salted, and the apple was sweet instead of tart, so i just threw it away. im glad i only used one of the slices instead of like 3 like i had origionally planned. i think if i used unsalted butter and a granny smith it would turn out ok, but i dont think im going to try it again lol.

i took a couple driving practice tests in the morning, but i got frustrated that i didnt know stuff and gave up. i promised myself that i would try again later today, but i kept procrastinating whoops. its 2 am but i might give it a shot. i have to practice a lot tomorrow, because if i dont pass i probably wont get to take it again for like a month because all the bmvs are so busy and only taking appointments.

i was scrollling through tiktok and found an audio i thought was funny and would fit one of my ocs so i did a really rough sketch animatic that i’ll eventually clean up. i would add it to the post but im on my laptop right now because my phone died and my sister borrowed my charger :/ i’ll add it in the morning if i remember. yall are going to make fun of my for having a teeth kink or something tho because thats the only part of the sketches i put any effort into (pensive face emoji 😔) (idk if that worked i just copid and pasted it lmao)

i dont acually know much about my friend’s oc (Osimiri/Osi) that i’m shipping with my oc (Valka) other than she’s kinda grumpy so i scrolled back through our texts to see if she gave me a ref or any character description and i found a bunch of her cute art of GillFauns (thats thier ship name because Osi is a siren (gill) and valka is a goatfolk/tirfling so she has hooves (faun (even tho she’sa goat not a deer shhh))) and now im re-obsessed with them omg <3 and i also realized that i have no idea if i’m drawing her correctly/ how my friend intended her to be interprited. our art styles are SO different, and with hers i have to just guesstimate what she means with her character designs. (tbh she’s not that good at art but i still love her drawings because she’s so passionate about it and i love some of her ocs) but because of a combo of her art not being that detailed and me just drawing from memebery and not knowing the character that well, i have no idea if i’m taking too many liberties and stealing the character away from her. although on the other hand she doesnt really actively use that oc. she was meant to be a dnd oc, but idk if she ever actually went to ANY of the meetings. if she did, it was before marching band ended and i was able to join dnd club.

anyway sorry this post is so long, i fing it easier to ramble and get my thoughts down when im on a keyboard than on my phone typng is much faster and a lot of fun so i always type more lol. but uhhhh its 2 am and i want to take a driver’s test or two before i go to bed, and get to sleep at a decent-ish time.

#thanks for coming to my ted talk #corona diary #im thinking about where that anon is again

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