#but i think as they grew closer he became more comfortable saying no to fi both seriously or teasingl

[mutigold]

∞ teacher’s pet — i.n.

summary: in which the top student fails a test and gets extra help from his favorite professor.

pairing: student!jeongin x teacher!reader

genre: college!au

warning: sub!jeongin, dom!reader, pet play, noona kink, exhibitionism, handjob, ear licking, humiliation, quirofilia, seduction, he still has his braces.

word count: 1.9k

authors note: i really don’t know where this idea came from, but all i know is subby jeongin = 🤤. thank you for supporting me! watching people like my little writings really make my day.. hope y’all enjoy this <3. stream “Going Dumb”!

“would anyone like to explain what it means to be dependent on an organism?”

jeongin’s eyes concentrated on you, as he listened to your voice encompassing the leveled platform. today’s lecture was based on the living organisms in the world and you seemed to be determined for everyone to learn the curriculum.

however, jeongin could not focus on anything except your figure. you were wearing a white skin-tight turtleneck and black formal pants that emphasize your ass. all topped off with a large suit jacket and black louis vuitton heels.

it overall made his heart jump for joy just enjoying the view.

he thought about how those heels would look wrapped around his waist as he pounds into you; screaming his name. or maybe how your tiny hand would slip around his throat as he begs for your come.

“mr. yang?”

jeongin quickly snaps out of his trance to hear you calling his name. and not in the way he wanted.

you looked up at him with sad eyes, upset at him for not paying attention to your favorite lesson. “what’s going through that head yours? is it more important than organisms?”

he quickly fixed his posture, shaking his head rapidly, and responded with, “n—no, i’m sorry noona. i just was thinking too hard about something. i’ll promise to listen from now on.”

you hummed with caution, continuing the biological lecture. the student sighs gratefully for you letting him go off easily and tries to at least take some notes.

“yo, i.n. you okay?” a familiar voice whispered.

jeongin turns to see his two close friends, seungmin and felix, staring down at him in question. “yeah, you seem a little off today.”

confirming he says, “uh. y—yeah; i’m okay.”

“mhmm. okay with staring professor y/n down huh?” felix smirks.

the heat on i.n. 's cheeks becomes noticeable when hearing about his staring. he then tries to ignore the statement by writing his name and the current date in his notebook.

“leave him alone felix. he’s just probably having some problems with the lesson; you should perhaps ask noona for help.” seungmin tries to intervene.

“yeah; i mean, maybe noona can also help you with other problems. if you know what i mean.” felix grins bumping jeongin’s arm.

“f—felix!”

“boys?! care to tell us what is so interesting other than my lesson?” your voice suddenly booms throughout the room. jeongin jumps at your tone and begins to apologize again once making you soften.

“that’s alright, but please pay attention. oh, and jeongin, stay after class for a few minutes to speak with me.”

he didn’t know what to think at that moment; with felix oohing in one of his ears and seungmin trying to shush him in his other or the fact that you wanted to talk to privately.

alone, with no one around, made his mind officially shut down.

“you wanted to speak with me noona?”

you shifted around to see jeongin’s stiff form; then took note of how nervous he looked and gave him a light smile. “hey, kiddo. i just wanted to see how you were doing lately.” you wished to see some type of relief release through him.

but unfortunately, that didn’t happen.

he still looked kind of anxious to speak with you, letting you know how intimidating you seemed. “hey it’s all good, you're not in trouble or anything, i promise. i’ve noticed how you’ve been acting recently in my class and how your scores dropped a little,” you reassured.

“ai! i’m so sorry noona!”

you giggle at the student’s consistent apologies. in your mind, you thought how cute he was; like a puppy aching to gain approval from its owner.

maybe you could make him as your puppy and work hard for that admiration.

immediately, you shake your head from the naughty images. ever since the semester started a few months ago, your thoughts almost ran around yang jeongin.

how his pretty smile, concealed by clear braces, shined at your speaking, how his crescent-shaped eyes followed your every move; making you feel sexy, how large and veiny his arms grew over time within the season, etc.

“that’s alright, jeongin. i just want you to feel comfortable in my lectures. how about this, you and i have a session later this evening to cover the material for the next exam. what do you think pup’?” you offering, accidentally calling him by the pet name you gave him.

after catching the tiny nickname, jeongin clumsy drops his possessions while feeling something swell in his pants. he begins to overthink the word. pup’? why did that sound so nice coming out of your mouth? and how was he gonna hide the fact that his dick got hard in the middle of their conversation?

“i–i’m sorry!”

“oh! no worries hun! here; let noona help you out.”

you instantly proceeded over, bent down, and gathered i.n.’s school objects. starting with some of his blue pens, his macbook, and then his green two-subject notebook. “n–noona! i got the notebook, it’s okay.” jeongin stuttered.

it was almost like he was trying hard to hide something in the notebook, and suddenly it all made sense as it opened to the front page.

yang y/n. it was his surname combined with your first name.

it seemed as if time swiftly froze with silence when discovering the secret. however, it didn’t bother you essentially much as jeongin thought it would have had. “aw, pup’, this is cute. yang y/n has a nice ring to it, don’t you think?”

the air that was in jeongin’s lungs properly stopped working when distinguishing how seductive your tone became. “i–i..”

“relax a lil’ pup’. listen, will you promise to meet me later this eveningfor some tutoring. i think you could really use it. plus if you’re good–”

you shifted closer to the student’s ear lobe and whispered, “–noona could give you a reward.”

jeongin swore he felt some pre-cum drip down from his pants. “y–yes, noona.” he swallowed trying to moist his dry throat, then jumped moaning in pleasure when your small hand gripped around his erection.

“good. see you then, pup’.”

a few hours later, jeongin ends up at the university’s public library, not knowing what to expect. though, he did make sure to be ready for any possible situation. what did you mean by rewarding him? did you feel the same way he did?

you must have since you did touch his swollen cock during your conversation. or maybe it was just his imagination?

jeongin sighs restlessly thinking of the concept while waiting for your arrival. that soon ends as he hears your alluring voice greet out, “hiya pup’! ready for our lesson?”

he peers up from the library’s table to see you wearing informal clothing. a tight crew neck that reveals your smooth arms extending down to red-painted nails and large breasts bouncing with every step you take.

“ah! i hope you weren’t waiting too long, i got held up in traffic.”

“t–that’s okay noona! i just got here.”

you smile at his nervousness, now acknowledging where it came from, and sat down in the hard chair right next to him. “good, we can get started. i hope you’re ready,” you whispered, feeling an urge to dominate.

jeongin gulps recognizing a certain excitement coming from his pants within hearing your tone and replies with, “r–ready?”

“so, what does adaptation consist of?”

jeongin couldn’t comprehend what you were saying being he focused on the way your glossed-up lips looked. the way he could imagine it wrapped around cock or it traveling up and down the side of his neck molding kisses; it worked him to the point where he was solid hard.

“pup’, what is going through that mind of yours?”

“s–sorry. it’s just, i guess this lesson isn’t grasping in my head yet.” he tries to explain not wanting to upset you.

however, instead of upsetting you, your colored eyes just darken. “oh! i have any idea; remember when i said i would reward you if do good–”

jeongin nods excitedly, making you giggle.

“–well, i know you understand the concept of this chapter. so to push you a little more, i’ll ask you a question and if you get it right, that little cock of yours will get to come.”

the student freezes up at your approach, thinking it was a dream too good to be true. “w-wait what?”

“what is the definition of homeostasis?”

“i, uh, i think it's an organism's constant adjustment to maintain stable conditions in itself?”

you reached under the table discreetly and unbuttoned the pants on jeongin grasping his swollen cock. “o-oh my god, noona!”

“shh, pup’. you gotta be quiet for me; now onto the next question. who created the biogenesis theory?”

jeongin’s breath became too much for him to handle feeling the pre-cum drip from his blood-filled tip. “n–noona, please.”

“come on puppy, tell me the answer or i stop.”

his mind starts to rush trying to find the answer before you let him go. it took him a couple of seconds, but once he got it, he hurried to speak. “henry charlton bastain!”

“good puppy.” your tiny hand moves faster, satisfied with the statement. you felt his cock throbbing with every stroke you took. like jeongin, you dreamt of this same exact moment. you wanted to control the poor student every time he walked through your room, when he made eye contact with you, or even when his plump bottom lip was bitten from his teeth.

and finally, it was happening.

“oh, who’s a good puppy for noona?”

“m-me! i am noona.”

“that’s right pup’. next question, what are the five steps to the scientific method?”

i.n.’s vein from his cock popped out sensing the rubbing moving faster than before. “i only know four noona!”

“too bad, i wanted five or i slow down.” you coldly demand.

jeongin began to try to think hard on the five steps letting the sensation run through his body. “o-okay. it’s defining the problem, making a hypothesis, testing it, analyzing the results… then..”

your hand slows at his hesitation. “give me the last one puppy.”

“oh! noona, don’t stop! i–i. is it d–drawing the conclusions?”

“good puppy!”

his cock grows bigger when your finger grips at the base. then, you painted nails lightly scratch at his tight balls. “oh! noonaaa. that feels sooo goood. pleaseee.”

“continue to answer like a good pup’ then i’ll keep going.”

soon after the next few questions, jeongin sits near his breaking point. “nooonnnaaa! please!”

“grab your textbook and hold it up.”

i.n. clutches the hard-covered biology book to cover both you and him from public eyes. suddenly, you lower yourself to his lips, deeply kissing him with tongue, and wander towards his earlobe. “one more question, pup’. what does stimulus mean?”

“uh! noona! please let me come! make your puppy come!” he moans a little too loud.

“shh. answer the question, then i’ll let you come.”

“s-stimulus? it m-means anything an organism responds to.”

you then move your head to spit down to moist his penis. “good puppy! getting your small cock rubbed in front of everyone like a little slut.” you cup the back of his neck feeling the shivers release through him.

“you can come pup’, come for noona.”

jeongin then lets go, coming hard in your hand. “o-oh! thank you, thank you noona!”

after guiding him to his high, you let go of him and licked the white, sticky substance from your hand.

“good puppy. i’m sure you’ll be ready for that next exam.”

[psychedelic-ink]

This is my commission for @bisexualturtledove ! Thank you so much for commissioning me and letting me post it! I hope you enjoy this uwu 

also this might be my favorite banner i ever did 

Pairing: Law x chubby!fem!reader x Zoro

Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Smut

Word count: 2.2K 

Warning: Relatives talking about your weight and being mean about it, Reader being insecure about her weight, oral (receiving), threesome, overstimulation 

Summary: Your cousin reminds you how much you’ve gained weight and implies that Zoro and Law aren’t happy with you like this. Time passes and you start to believe what you’ve been told, that is until Law and Zoro sit you down and remind you how much they love you. 

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“Have you gained weight?” 

A chill went down your spine at the hearing of those words. Your eyes widened as you stared at your cousin with an astonished look. But it seemed like your expression has gone unnoticed by your cousin as she continued to spout words of poison. 

“Seriously whenever I see you it seems like you get bigger,” she chuckled. “Law and Zoro must be disappointed.” 

“Disappointed?” you repeated your lips feeling numb. 

She rolled her eyes as she placed the wine glass on her lips and took a big gulp. Your eyes followed her gulps. Your brows were raised high, how on earth did the conversation take such a shift? Your stomach churned and you felt yourself starting to sweat when she tore the delicate glass away from her lips. 

“I mean, have you seen them?” she asked, raising an eyebrow. “Their pecks could cut diamonds. They’re both fit as hell, surely they don’t like the fact that you’re...not…” 

“I…” you swallowed, your grip on your wine glass tightening. “They never said anything like that.” 

Your cousin gave you a pitiful look, her lips quivered up as she stared down at you. Momentarily you lifted the wine glass to your lips, thinking that if you took a sip the tense mood would be lifted but the scent of the alcohol made you feel sick due to the words she had just spoken. Your whole mood had fallen to the ground and you doubted you could pick the pieces up. 

“Oh honey,” he pity reached your ears. “Of course they won’t say anything but you probably know deep down right? You need to be blind to not see that you’re out of their league.” 

“Y-Yeah,” you managed to choke out, feigning a smile. “I’m on a diet anyway,” Lies. “I’m working on it.” 

“That’s great!” she exclaimed, placing a hand on your shoulder. “I hope it works out for you! Men like that just don’t stay for nothing you know?” 

You quickly nodded, her hand almost felt like a 100 pounds on your shoulder. Biting your bottom lip you waited for her to pass to the next victim, it seemed like someone had heard your prayers because her eyes widened and smile grew wide when she saw someone else and moved on to them. 

Mentally and physically you felt more relaxed with her leaving. You let out a deep breath and quickly placed your wine glass on the nearest surface. 

You couldn’t help but think your cousin was right when you grabbed your coat and headed home. 

≿————-　❈　————-≾

When you arrive home, you were glad to see that Law and Zoro were watching a movie. Well, it would be better to say that Law was watching a movie and Zoro was sleeping. You sat on the couch next to them with a groan, eyeing the TV as you did so. Zoro’s head was gently lying on top of Law’s lap and Law played with his soft green hair. The doctor tore his gaze away from the TV and on to you. 

“Welcome home,” he said in a low voice, careful to not wake Zoro up. “How was the gathering?” 

“Hell.” you said simply, your cousin’s words still echoing in the back of your head. “That’s pretty much it, not much to say.” 

Law observed you momentarily before turning his gaze back to the TV. 

“You can tell us if something is bothering you, you know?” 

Your eyes widened momentarily before you fixated your gaze to the TV as well. Even though it was nice that Law knew you so well it was also eerie. Despite his reassuring words you decided not to say anything, you already felt sick to your stomach, you didn’t want to talk about it. Nor did you want them to know that deep down, even though you knew it was foolish, kind of believed the words your cousin had spout. 

“Just the usual family gathering, not really much to say.” you smiled. “Don’t worry I’ll be fine.” 

Needless to say that was a lie. 

Days, weeks passed and your distance between the boys grew. You stared at the mirror for a longer amount with words of poison spiraling in your mind. You didn’t know how to make the feeling of uneasiness go away. The negativity towards yourself continued to brew inside of you and the boys noticed. 

Whenever one of them attempted to touch you, you moved away, you talked less and more and more you spent time in your room. Reading, watching mind numbing content on youtube. You could tell that they were slowly getting flustered with you, they didn’t understand and would never be able to. The more you thought about it the more you wondered why they were even with you. 

Then one day Zoro pulled you to the living room and sat you down on the couch as both of them took their places across from you. Anxiety brewed inside of you and you started to play with the hem of your shirt as you averted your eyes. 

“What’s going on with you?” Zoro is the first to speak, his eyes filled with worry. “Are you okay?” 

“Yeah I am,” you replied quickly, still not looking at them. You could feel Law’s eyes boring into you. “I’m just a bit tired that’s all.” 

“Bullshit.” the green haired man suddenly snapped. “You’ve been avoiding us for weeks. If we did something just tell us.” 

“You didn’t do-” 

“Then why are you avoiding us like the plague!” 

“You wouldn’t understand!” you shouted as well, finally fixing your gaze on him. 

“Aha!” Zoro shouted triumphantly. “So there is something wrong, tell us.” 

“Is it because of the family gathering you went to?” 

Law’s voice cut the atmosphere like a knife, he was calm and collected. You gulped and turned your eyes to him, before you could reply Zoro spoke first. 

“Did something happen there?” he asked, turning to Law. “Why didn’t you tell me?” 

Law shrugged. 

“Y/n told me nothing happened so I didn’t pry.” 

Zoro snapped his head towards you, his gaze now more curious than anything. You felt your breath getting stuck in your throat, heart rising up to your cheeks you stared down at the floor. You hear Zoro sigh and he sat down next to you, wrapping an arm around your waist he pulled you close. Swiftly he placed a kiss on the top of your head and asked again, this time much calmer than before. 

“We’re worried, just tell us what happened.” 

“My,” a knot formed in your throat as you tried to speak. You swallowed and continued. “My cousin said that I gained weight and that… you guys weren’t happy with me basically…” 

“What?” Zoro asked, bewildered. 

“Is that why you’ve been keeping your distance?” Law continued, coming closer and sitting down to your other side. “You felt that we didn’t want you...just because you gained weight?” 

Tears pricked the corner of your eyes and buried your face into Zoro’s broad chest. He pulled your closer, his arms tightening around you. Slowly nodding you said nothing else. 

“That would never happen,” Zoro murmured against your hair. “We don’t love you because of how much you weigh.” 

“It sounds to me that your cousin is just bitter,” Law said, placing a hand over your thigh and caressing your plump flesh over your pajamas. “With her nasty personality I doubt anyone even so much as glances at her.” 

Law’s hand traveled up your thigh, his thumb caressing you a soft moan left your lips. It’s been a while since you had sex and you would be lying if you said you haven’t been craving them both. Your cunt twitched as Law’s fingers ghosted over your clothed heat. 

Meanwhile, Zoro’s hands snuck under your shirt. With his fingertips he traced your spine, making you shiver and whine. You could barely call it touch with the way he was stroking you. 

“I guess we’ll just have to remind you how much we love you.” Law muttered while he lifted your legs up to the couch. 

Zoro slid his hands to the front of you as Law prompted you to lay on your back. He now was nestled between your legs, pulling down your pajama pants as Zoro started to fondle your breasts. 

You felt your face starting to heat up as Zoro buried his face into your neck. Licking and nibbling on the sensitive flesh, his hands kneading your soft mounds. A sharp yelp left you when he pinched both of your nipples, your back arched and you bit your bottom lip. 

Your whole body was burning up, lips parted, you were already dripping. Law, squeezing your thigh, lifted one of your legs over your shoulder and leaned down. Your cunt throbbed at his prying gaze, instinctively you spread your legs wider and his smirk grew. 

“Someone’s eager.” 

Law dipped down and left a trail of open mouthed kisses as he traveled up to your core. He spread the folds with his fingers and latched on to it, lapping up your juices as his life depended on it. 

Your head fell back and Zoro continued to suck on your neck. He rolled up your shirt, exposing your plump breasts and started to roll your nips between his rough fingers.  A bit of saliva dribbled down your chin. Your whole body continuously spasmed, the overwhelming sensation being too much for you. 

Law’s sinful tongue went in circles around your gaping hole and wiggled the muscle inside. You lifted your lips to give him further access and soon enough he started to thrust his tongue in and out of you. Your whole body trembled and he rolled your clit between his fingers. 

Your moan gradually became louder but was cut short when Zoro took a hold of your chin and turned you to face him, he crashed his lips against yours. Moaning into the kiss, your tongues danced alongside each other, licking and sucking on the warm flesh. Both of them were simply intoxicating, you missed this, missed the feeling of them drowning you with their love and passion. 

Law squeezed your love handles as his tongue continued to penetrate you, every so often he would wiggle it inside of you making your scream out his name over and over again as heat started to build in your core. 

Your fingers tangled in Law’s raven hair you broke the kiss as you pushed his face in deeper. You moaned his and Zoro’s name over and over again as both of them pushed you over the edge making your insides quiver and your body spasm. 

“Fuck...” you breathed out tugging on Law’s hair. 

Law lifted his head to glance at you, his chin was drenched in your juices. He had a pleased smile plastered on his face as he leaned down to swiftly claim your lips. 

Continuing to kiss you Law aligned himself with your twitching hole. You were already so sensitive that it felt like you would cum the moment he started to push in. He broke the kiss and grabbed your hips, slightly lifting you up so he could reach even deeper inside you. 

Law was slow and gentle as he buried himself into you inch by inch. Zoro had his lips on your ear whispering words of encouragement and praise as Law bottomed out. Your already sensitive cunt was throbbing and aching as it wrapped around Law’s length. 

As Law started to move, Zoro bit the lobe of your ear, his tongue dancing along the skin. Your back arched and your moans grew louder as the noise of skin slapping against skin filled the room. Eyes closed and mouth open, you screamed out their names over and over again. At that point you weren’t even sure you were properly voicing them out. 

You felt Law twitching inside of you, he hissed and gripped your thighs tighter, his fingers digging into your flesh. Your insides feeling warm and tingly, your toes curled as you came the second time that day. As your orgasm washed over you Law quickly pulled out and came, hot ropes of cum shooting all over your lower abdomen. Feeling dazed, your whole body twitched. Zoro nuzzled the side of your face and planted a kiss on your temple. 

“Are you alright?” he muttered, his voice clearly still dripping with lust. 

You slowly nodded, your inner walls still twitching and your body spasming as you came down from your orgasm. 

“Good,” Law said, leaning closer, his breath ghosted over your flushed face. “Don’t ever believe the bullshit people tell you, again.” 

“And tell us about it.” Zoro added. “How are you feeling y/n? Up for round three?” 

Law chuckled at that, he inched closer to Zoro and gave him a sweet peck on the lips. 

“Poor Zoro,” he teased. “Do you feel left out?” 

“I wonder why?” he snorted. 

“I…” you breathed out. “I can go for round three.” 

A devilish smile spread across Zoro’s handsome features. 

“Good.” he hummed, starting to move from underneath you. 

Finally the negative thought and emotions left you as your two lovers devoured you. 

[sneezefiction]

home

Kuroo x Reader - Scenario

desc: sometimes loneliness finds you in your weakest moments. however, even as you grapple with your feelings for Kuroo, he still manages to make you feel at home.

warnings: depictions/discussions of loneliness, anxiety, mild angst, briefly mentions family issues, language

wc: 4k

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This isn’t exactly what Kuroo had expected when you’d texted him to come get you from the campus library. 

He’d driven up to the building’s curb-side donning a gray hoodie and a cheeky, cheshire grin, ready to take you back to the apartment and put on some sort of sci-fi movie. But as you slowly approach the dented, familiar car, your feet lightly dragging on the concrete as you grew closer, he realizes that the movie watching would have to wait.

Because as he opens the tinted passenger-side window, Kuroo can tell you’ve been crying.

It was dark out, something you had hoped would disguise your teary eyes. But grief was etched into the lines of a tired grimace and the illumination of the lamppost was just bright enough to reveal your tear-streaked cheeks. By the look of it, he could deduce that you’ve been wiping them away for a while now.

Kuroo can’t help but stare, taken-aback by the puffiness in your face and that lost look in your eyes. You seemed so vulnerable, so alone out in the open like that.

If it weren’t for his tight, surprise-induced grip on the wheel, he would’ve gotten out of the car and held you right where you stood. But his feelings for you were… more than complicated. You also appeared uncomfortable standing out there on your own, and understandably so. This wasn’t exactly your emotional norm. Or at least, knowing you, he didn’t think it was.

You tugged at your sleeves, biting your lip sharply enough that Kuroo thought it had to hurt, and avoided his golden gaze. You were ashamed that he had to see you like this. 

Kuroo, your roommate turned best friend, was finally witnessing one of your infrequent, but debilitating mental breakdowns. No one was supposed to see you like this, eyes red and lips bruised from frustrated chewing. It was rare to even see you cry outside of a movie theater or without your face being wedged between the pages of a book with some sort of sentimental value, so this was quite emotionally revealing to say the least. 

It must have come as a bit of a shock to your usually more talkative, teasing friend, but if he was startled, he didn’t show it. Kuroo kept a calm demeanor and softened his features after getting a good look at you through the window.

But you remained a safe distance from the car, not yet ready to hop in yet. Because once you did you knew there would be questions.

The bed-headed boy had always been observant, sometimes to the point where you wondered if he had mind-reading abilities. He always noticed your mood changes and quirked expressions even when you were sure you’d hidden them well enough. Whether it was the sparkle of elation in your eye when you’d received a good grade on a project you’d poured your all into or the way your face fell while you crashed onto the couch after a failed date, Kuroo knew each and every look perfectly. Some might wonder why he cared to memorize your expressions and their meanings, but you passed it off as something that all best friends could do.

Either way, the novelty of the situation had him at a loss, so you were sure that the questions would roll once you’d made it back to the quiet of the apartment.

But the problem is... questions mean closeness.

You didn’t quite want to be an open-book with him yet. At least not to the point of spilling your heart out all over him in a messy stream of tears and endless sniffles.

Not when you were balancing your friendship and feelings for him. Not when he made your heart flutter helplessly like that. Not when your living arrangements required a certain level of comfort and freedom from both parties. And definitely not when you’d just been crying over the perpetual state of loneliness you periodically found yourself in.

Because in all honesty, you really liked Kuroo. 

And you had every reason to like him. From the black, rooster hair that you’d ruffle first thing in the morning while he made his espresso. The displeased face he pulled whenever he attempted to drink it without milk and sugar to feel more ‘sophisticated.’ The goofy, jabbing comments that managed to make you laugh after an achingly long day… 

And those small, seemingly innocent touches. The ones that sent sparks flying within your chest, warming you from the center of your heart all the way up to your burning cheeks. His eyes grew warmer, dare you say affectionate, after seeing your face light up from one of his stupid science puns that other friends of his would simply sigh at. It had your heart on overdrive.

Feelings could really fuck with this world you two had built together.

It was already hard enough living with him. You were so close, yet still so far from his reach. Your sock clad feet could rest on his lap, but not your head. You could tug at his hair, but you couldn’t tenderly twirl it around. And he could always flirt with you, leaving your skin burning hotter than a midsummer Carolina night, but you wouldn’t let yourself comment back, fearful that your true feelings would come out.

But just like dirty laundry, you were airing yourself out to the world. Or at least to the ebony-haired boy who you considered to be a big part of your world.

You’re not quite sure why you’d called him of all people anyway. You could’ve just as easily texted someone who wouldn’t ask for an explanation. Your tears would’ve probably dried by the time you’d gotten home if you’d chosen to grab an Ub*r. But you knew he would be worried for you, though his sharp eyes hid it so well. 

Underneath all of the wit and humor, those scheming smiles and that fiery determination, Kuroo was softhearted. He would listen, advise, and worst of all… he would understand, which scared you. You had already fallen hard for him and letting him see into that blackhole, that pool of murky, suffocating loneliness, would only make you want to hold him more.

But for him to see right through you, right into your long-suffering feelings for him and for them to not be reciprocated… it would break you. 

“...Hey.” Kuroo’s smile fades, his softened voice pricking at your heart a little.

He sifts through the right words to say. What phrasing would sound the most comforting? What sounded the most natural coming from him? It was like trying to catch a plummeting piece of pottery. Kuroo wanted to break your mental fall and give you something softer to land on. You were all but shattering right in front of him, so he opted for words that soothed. Words he wished he’d heard years ago when he’d been at his lowest point.

“Let’s go home.”

‘Home.’

He said it so steadily. So simply. There was authority in his tone, but it wasn’t sharp. Just sure.

How could one little word give you so much hope? 

‘Home’ meant warmth. It meant safety and security. ‘Home’ was where you could be yourself, take a deep breath, and release whispery secrets out loud without fear of judgement. 

You knew Kuroo meant your apartment when he’d said ‘home’ but you can’t help but think that there was some sentimental value to it.

You gave a sniff followed by a quiet, slightly nasally response, 

“...Yeah. Please.”

You hear the click from him unlocking the car doors and you step in slowly, one foot in, then the next. Your hands, still a little shaky, plopped down on your legs and your eyes glued themselves to the dark, starlit sky through the windshield.

You’re exhausted and you feel a little out of place, but you’re just glad you’re not alone anymore, even if his steady, thoughtful gaze is basically burning a hole in your head right now.

Your breath quietly hitches at the sudden warmth seeping into your exposed skin.

He had rested a hand on your knee, a concerned look decorating his features, and begun stroking it slowly with his thumb. His methodical movements intended to soothe an already very fragile person.

Kuroo had only touched you like this once before. At a time when your eyes were frantic and your heart, pacing with worry. You had been drowning in finals papers and your mind threatened to go into an anxious spiral. Yet somehow, his touch, his selective words, and his offer to help you out had kept you afloat. Thanks to Kuroo, you managed to keep from breaking down then.

This time however, he was a bit too late.

But he kept drawing little circles, analyzing a new, yet strangely familiar face. An expression you hadn’t personally worn before, but that he’d seen somewhere in the past.

You feared that if he kept staring, the tears would start to fall all over again, his touch only reminding you of just how lonely you really were. So close to him, yet so far.

“Can we just go?” You plead, voice at a whisper.

And as you glance over to him, he can tell that there’s something you want to say, but you can’t quite put it into words. At least not right at this moment.

“Yeah, sorry, I was just thinking…” Kuroo’s voice is low. He nods, but doesn’t quite finish his thought.

It would be better to get you home first before asking about anything. Otherwise you might shut down on him entirely. Whether or not you realized it, Kuroo was well aware of your tendency to avoid these more ‘personal topics.’ When something got too close to home, you were suddenly tired and needed to catch some extra Z’s. When he got a bit flirty, suddenly your phone became incredibly interesting. And any time he caught you close to tears, you would play it off as though it were nothing you couldn’t handle on your own.

But you aren’t nothing to Kuroo.

So far from it, actually.

You were as close to ‘home’ as he’d ever gotten. 

Without having much close family, home was more of a physical destination to Kuroo. A structure with a solid door and a bed to crawl into. Where he could study in peace and quiet...

But there was always an emptiness deeply set within that silence.

It was impersonal at best. At worst, the space was frigid and lifeless. The iciness of the house took a toll on him, resulting in an anxious, quiet child. One who could hardly speak to friends and couldn’t look an adult in the eye.

Only when he’d met Kenma, when he had finally discovered a place where warmth overcame the bitter tundra of loneliness, did Kuroo understand what ‘home’ was supposed to be like.

‘Home’ was always welcoming. 

It was birthdays with cake and ice cream. It became multiplayer video games and frustrated sighs or bickering after a shitty round of Mario Kart. It turned into short jaunts with friends to a local 7/11 where one could spend way too much money on a basket full of snacks. It was locking eyes with you for the first time after agreeing to room with a stranger at university. It was finding out that you two shared classes and could walk together every morning. ‘Home’ was found within the conversations that bloomed like a bright, young flower from your many hours willingly spent together over the next couple of years.

And in time, you two learned each other's patterns, quirks, and minds, thus growing increasingly comfortable in the other’s presence.

‘Home,’ in its truest form, is a beautiful thing and you wore it radiantly. To the point that Kuroo had caught his own fluttering feelings for you over the years, but even his best efforts to tell you were thwarted by your little diversions.

But that didn’t matter right now. Kuroo had finally gotten you two pulled into the parking lot after a painfully quiet drive home, so he needed to focus on getting you inside and comfortable.

“Just sit there, I’ll get your door.” Kuroo directed gently.

You nod, staying in place because you really didn’t have the energy to argue with him right now.

He tugs at the door handle and before you can blink, he’s got your arm looped around his. Something he only did teasingly in the past, usually resulting in you shoving him playfully away from you. You can’t bring yourself to push him off of you and, even though you’re already warm from the heat that’s spreading to your face, you find yourself leaning into his side.

Kuroo is comfortingly warm, you note. The way he tugs you closer has you mentally tripping over yourself. You can feel the heat from his forearm radiating through your thin, long-sleeved shirt as he walks you up the stairs and towards the apartment door.

The echo of your footsteps end as you two enter the flat and, knowing that there’s a lot to talk about, you opt to grab a fuzzy blanket from the basket beside the couch and prop yourself up on a barstool at the small kitchen island.

“You want some tea?” Kuroo turns his head to check with you, his hands already busy at work getting the water boiling for his own mug.

“Yeah, something with ginger in it maybe?” You mumble out, sniffling again.

“Already got it.” He shoots you a small smile, flashing you the tea packet wedged between his index and his thumb.

He knew you pretty damn well, you guessed.

“So y/n… you wanna tell me what happened tonight?”

Kuroo’s words are prompting, but you assume he’s already got some ideas of his own.

“Would you hate me if I said no?” You let a shy, humorous smile peek through your otherwise exhausted face.

“Y/n…” Kuroo sighs, running a hand through his hair and leaning back against the countertop opposite to your seat at the kitchen island.

He’s trying his hardest to maintain some level of calm, but the fact that you won’t tell him has him even more frustrated. You had every right to keep your business to yourself… but you looked like you were dying to tell him something.

Kuroo opens his mouth again, his brow creasing when you don’t answer, but you don’t let him get another word in.

“I-- I’m just not really sure where to start.” Your eyes grow a little hazy as you begin to decipher your feelings again. You let your elbows rest on the countertop, but use your hands to prop up your chin, glancing from Kuroo’s golden irises to the steaming water on the stove.

“You can start wherever.” Kuroo answers easily, his head tilting a little.

“It may take awhile to explain…” You press, both warning him and buying yourself some time.

“I’ve got all night, sweetheart.” He quips back, unfazed by your attempts at stalling.

He turns to pour the hot water into two mugs, tea bags already resting at the bottom of the cups. Kuroo turns back, grasping both mugs and setting both on the island, only to realize that your face has changed once again.

You’re anxious. Unsure. He can see it in the way you’re studying him, trying to gage his potential reaction to what you’re about to say. And unfortunately, Kuroo recognized the look faraway in your eyes. A blank, helpless stare that he himself had once wore when the sharp fangs of loneliness had once latched onto him.

So he takes a few steps toward your side of the kitchen, sets the mugs aside, and leans his forearms on the counter. Kuroo meets your eyes at a much closer range. Your arms fold into your chest in an odd, physical attempt to hold in a breath because his face is so close to yours now.

“Look…” He huffs out, “You really don’t have to say anything if you don’t want to, but I need you to know,”

He lifts a hand out and tilts your chin up, leaving you dumbfounded by the confidence in his reassuring touch.

“You can tell me anything, okay? I’ll always be right here.”

He’d managed to, once again, send you into a state of complete, baffling security. It might’ve helped that, even bent over the counter, his towering figure and stronger build allowed you to feel just as protected outside as you did in. Not only were the butterflies in your stomach acting up again and the burn in your cheeks back with a vengeance, but a wave of bravery flowed into you.

And that word flickers through your mind like a firefly.

‘Home.’

And ‘home’ meant safety. And safety meant you could speak freely.

So you do.

“It’s just… I haven’t been doing too well lately.” You blink at him, words frank to the point that they’re almost hilarious.

He blinks back… and then a milder version of that cheeky grin is back, followed by, “Well, I think I could glean at least that much.”

Kuroo’s fingers fall from your face, but he doesn’t break eye-contact except to snag a chair. He sits right across from you, resting his cheek in his palm. Partly to cover up the tint spreading across his cheeks, partly to fix his full attention on you.

You give him a weak but real smile and slouch into your chair, letting your tight shoulders loosen up a little bit.

“Give me a break okay?” You flick his forehead and he bites his lip, but it still remains in that lopsided smile.

However, your smile fades as his own face grows a little more serious, drawing the both of you back to the topic at hand.

“Kuroo, I’ve just been really... lonely.” You let out, voice small and soft compared to the teasing tone you’d carried seconds ago. “Like there’s this weight, this pressure inside of my chest and it just won’t lift no matter what I try, y’know? But today...”

You huff, letting out a deep sigh, “I think I finally hit some sort of breaking point.”

“I mean, saying that out loud feels really dramatic, but I think that’s all I can equate it to? And I guess it just came out in tears...” You express, looking down at your hands and messing with your own fingers. You felt silly. Like you’d built everything up only for it to sound like a stupid little problem.

But Kuroo’s face convinced you that he was taking every word seriously. That every little phrase mattered.

“Okay…” Kuroo processes, scanning your face and glancing down at your hands.

“So then why didn’t you say anything before?”

Well… that’s a pretty fair question, you think to yourself.

Because being real with someone meant being vulnerable? Because ridding yourself of loneliness meant putting your secrets and feelings out there in the open? Because it meant that closeness and proximity would change with whoever you shared your thoughts with? And because, specifically with Kuroo, you fear that the attachment would be too much for you to handle? All of these were the truth.

It’s hard to pick one answer, so you choose something simpler.

“I… was scared.” You admit, looking away from his gaze.

“Have you always felt this way?” His question at first sounds straightforward, but there’s a somber twinge to his voice.

“...Even around me?” And there’s the pause. Your words had definitely stung.

“I- Kuroo, that’s not fair…” You catch yourself speaking faster than you can think. 

“You know you’re the only…” The answer is almost honest, nearly the truth… but the words catch in your throat as you realize what you’re saying. 

“I- I mean… not around you,” You stutter out, hands actually making their way to your face this time. “What am I saying…”

You’d started this night crying hurt-heavy tears from not being able to open up to anyone... And now you’ve been reduced to this flustered, hot mess in a matter of hours? Who even were you today?

“You were saying that, ‘I’m the only… ?’” Kuroo tilts his head once again, this time in confusion.

There’s a flash of panic in your eyes. But not out of fear. It’s out of… embarrassment?

Then a lightbulb goes off and Kuroo’s eyes widen slightly in a slow realization. The puzzles pieces had finally clicked together, one by one.

You were both so close. So close to touching. So close to being something more all the time… but never close enough to tell him how you really felt. About him and about how much things, to put it lightly, sucked for you right now. And you’d pushed it to be that way. You’d purposefully kept yourself away because openness hurts. At some point in time, you had somehow convinced yourself that being vulnerable on purpose was far more painful than suffering in silence.

And you can tell that Kuroo has caught on. But not because he’s grinning nor because he’s said anything to make you think so. No, it’s those eyes again.

He’s giving you that softened look again.

The one that could convince you that maybe there was more to this ‘friendship’ than what you were allowing yourself to admit. A look that reminded you of ‘home’ more than any other person, city, or beautiful, sturdy building could.

And, once more, Kuroo’s touch surprises you. A hand found its way to your own, grasping it firmly, the confidence in his outreach creating a deep contrast to the uncharacteristic, shy pink painting his cheeks.

“Kuroo-”

“Can I be completely honest with you?” He cuts you off, eyes fixed on your hands locked within his own.

“Well, it wouldn’t be like you to be anything else, would it?” You manage to stammer out, nerves reaching your voice.

“You’re not wrong.” Kuroo hums, rubbing your hand with his thumb.

“But I think now is a good time to say that I never want you to feel alone.” He starts, “I never want you to feel lonely like that because you’ve always made me feel so… at home.”

That word again.

“Like I couldn’t be lonely even if everyone I knew left me. Because at least I’d have you, y/n.” And if your heart wasn’t already racing furiously, it’s now beating loudly enough that you would be surprised if he couldn’t hear it.

“Well, I mean if Kenma ditched me, that would suck and I’d probably be miserable for awhile, but that’s beside the point.” His lip twitches into a quick smile, lightening the mood.

“What I’m trying to say is that I- I like you. And, I think you might like me too…” He searches your gaze for some sort of confirmation.

“But whatever you feel towards me, I never want you to handle loneliness by yourself.”

“You’ll always have me. Whenever you need me. You’re home to me, y/n. I don’t say that lightly.”

He goes to release your hand, but you quickly tangle your digits with his, earning yourself a quick glance from his usually less revealing eyes.

“You’re home to me too.”

Your voice is small. The phrase comes out quickly. The emotion is heavily emphasized in that word ‘home’ again… but you mean it with every ounce of your being.

And looking into his eyes, you’re being affirmed by his knowing presence. That adoring look that’s reserved just for you, on full display. Absolute affection seeping through the gentle break of his smile.

“And I might like you too… just a little.” You break into your own small smile, reaching with the other hand to brush his messy hair away from his eyes.

And you’re shocked by the simplicity of your actions. Surprised by the sudden freedom you’ve given your hands.

Because now he’s close enough.

Close enough to card your fingers through his hair as tenderly as you pleased. Close enough to grab hold of him in a long, hopeful hug when the nights get cold or as dreams go sour. Close enough for his warmth to melt away the iciness of those lonesome feelings.

And best of all… Kuroo was finally close enough to call ‘home.’

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spring and a storm - prinxiety

3.1k words

ao3 / ko-fi / previous work

summary: very very fluffy prinxiety boardwalk date (prompt: "dancing while you walk”)

cw: food, brief ocean mention, swearing

Virgil was regretting everything. 

Okay, maybe not everything but he was certainly not having the ‘grand old time’ his boyfriend had assured him they’d be having. 

“How was I supposed to know you wouldn’t like the aquarium?” Roman wanted as they walked down the sidewalk away from said aquarium. “I mean, how? Do you just hate fish? Is that what this is?”

Virgil rolled his eyes, shoving his hands into his pockets. 

“I don’t hate fish, Princey,” he grumbled, kicking pebbles as they walked like a toddler throwing a temper tantrum. “I hate enclosed spaces, and the dark, and the ocean, and you know that already.”

“You like sharks,” Roman countered, apparently still trying to defend his choice of date location. 

“Yeah ‘cause sharks are fucking baller,” he agreed, getting a short laugh out of both of them. “But I’d still rather not see them right in front of my face, thank you very much.”

Roman chuckled and slung an arm over his shoulders. 

“Don’t tell that to my brother or you’ll wake up tomorrow morning with a shark carcass rotting in bed beside you,” he smirked.

Virgil snorted.

“Hmm, would I rather wake up next to you and your horrific morning breath…or a rotting shark carcass?” Virgil teased. “I might have to go have a little chat with Remus after all.”

Roman scoffed, feigning offense as they wandered through his Imagination recreation of the Tampa coast. 

“You hungry?” Roman eventually asked after a few minutes of comfortable silence while they walked. Virgil shrugged. 

“As long as it’s not seafood,” he smirked, shrugging Roman’s arm off of his shoulders to take his hand instead. 

“You say that like I can’t make you literally whatever you want,” Roman countered, leading them towards the boardwalk. The wooden pier was lined with food stands, tourist merchandise, and vendors selling fishing gear, each with plenty of Imagination citizens milling around. “Funnel cakes?”

Virgil’s eyes lit up. 

“Oh hell yeah,” he smiled, walking a bit closer to Roman as they headed down the boardwalk and were almost immediately surrounded by people. 

There was music playing from speakers mounted onto the lampposts, a detail that became painfully obvious to Virgil when his boyfriend practically started dancing down the wooden walkway. He swung their conjoined hands between them as his steps became more like a jovial waltz and Virgil was just about ready to sink out of the Imagination and go back to his room. 

“Would you cut that out? Jesus Christ, people are staring,” he hissed, using his free hand to pull his hoodie strings tight around his face. 

Roman chuckled, rolling his eyes. 

“These people aren’t even real,” he defended, lifting their conjoined hands to do a little twirl under them. 

“That’s not the point,” Virgil groaned, keeping his head down as much as he could. “The point, is that you’re embarrassing and I hate you.”

Roman laughed, bright and loud, and for just a moment Virgil considered letting it go just to make him happy. 

“You sure do have a way with words, darling,” he teased as they stopped in front of a dessert stand. Roman folded his arms around Virgil’s shoulders from behind, swaying slightly. “Can’t you just enjoy this lovely day we’re having, Patrick Grump?”

A short exhale of a laugh was all he needed to know. 

“Nope, I’m too busy being petty,” he whispered as Roman asked the vendor for a funnel cake to share. 

Roman hummed, leaning around him to plant a kiss on his cheek. 

“More like too busy being pretty.”

“Gross—“ Virgil tried to complain, his face bright red as he couldn’t help but laugh. “You are shameless, Princey.”

Another kiss was planted on his other cheek.

“Well, I was under the impression that that was the whole point of going on a date,” he teased coyly. “Unless, of course, you’d rather I sit here and bully you the whole time like you seem to want me to.”

Virgil rolled his eyes, plucking the plate of sugary goodness from the vendor’s hands and walking out of Roman’s embrace before turning over his shoulder to look back at him.

“Shut up, you dork.”

Roman just chuckled, ducking his head to hide his blushing face as he followed dutifully behind towards the bench further down the boardwalk. 

They sat down side by side facing the railing, a perfect aerial view of the shore below them. 

Virgil eagerly pushed up his hoodie sleeves before setting the plate down on the bench between them and immediately tearing off a big powdery bite. Roman leaned one arm against the back of the bench, leaning his head on his hand with a fond look before their sugary treat was being shoved into his mouth by the other man. 

He made a strangled sound of surprise before he laughed, a white puff of powdered sugar escaping from his mouth. Virgil doubled over in laughter, his eyes lighting up as he ultimately tore off a bite for himself, getting white powder all over his lips. 

When Roman finally stopped sputtering out puffs of sugar and contained himself enough to look up at the man beside him, he was met with a surprising sight. 

Virgil had one leg bent up on the bench, both arms folded over his knee with his chin resting on top. 

And for once that day, he looked like he had but a single care in the world. His shoulders were loose and relaxed, his eyes weren’t downcast and almost seemed to twinkle with laughter, and the smile on his sugar-coated lips was so far from forced, it was like it was completely foreign on his face. 

“What?” He chuckled, a bit shy for once. He slid his hand to rest against the back of his neck. 

Virgil gave a small smile, ducking his head for a moment in a movement that was almost bashful.

“Nothing, I just…” he paused, extending his arm along the back of the bench until it reached where Roman’s arm was leaning. He pinched the fabric of his sleeve between his thumb and pointer finger, rubbing at the hem. “Sorry I was…upset earlier. You did all this for us and I ruined it.”

He let his beautiful smile fall as he looked over at his hand.

“I didn’t mean to mess everything up, I…I hate when I just start being mean to you for literally no reason,” he huffed humorlessly, his other hand picking at the rips in his jeans. 

“Hey,” Roman interrupted before he could keep rambling, scooting closer and reaching out to place a hand against Virgil’s cheek, stroking it gently. “You didn’t ruin anything. The aquarium stressed you out and I’m sure the crowds didn’t help.”

He smiled, taking the hand that held his wrist and pressed his lips against the knuckles.

“I should’ve stopped and helped you calm down before we came out here, it’s on me,” he smiled softly, his hand sliding to curl around the back of Virgil’s neck. 

The other shook his head. 

“It’s not,” he muttered. “It’s not your fault, I…I need to get better about saying something when I need a break. It’s…hard. To admit I can’t handle this stuff on my own, I mean.”

“There’s no deadline to unlearn old habits, you know,” Roman continued, twirling the ends of Virgil’s hair with his fingers. “And as far as the teasing goes…” he quirked an eyebrow, “you know I dish out my fair share.”

Virgil finally seemed to snap out of it a bit at that, chuckling as he leaned into Roman’s hand. 

“I’m still sorry. I don’t know, I guess it just feels meaner today.” He mumbled, widening the rips in his jeans. “Sometimes I just worry that…that you’ll start to think I mean it. That if it gets out of control, one day I’ll end up back as the villain and-“

“Hey, hey, none of that, okay?” Roman cut him off, moving closer to cup both of his cheeks in his hands. Virgil didn’t look at him until Roman’s lips met his forehead. “I’m not letting you be sad today, it’s not allowed.”

Virgil chuckled, a bit of the dark black eyeshadow under his eyes fading back to just a light gray. 

“Sorry,” he mumbled shyly, shrugging off the hood of his sweatshirt. 

“Stop,” Roman drawled, cradling his love’s head in his hands. “Stormcloud, will you just trust me if I promise you that I am having a wonderful time with you. I’m not upset, not even a little bit.”

Virgil’s reached up to hold one of Roman’s hands to his face.

“Really?” He asked with a hint of annoyed disbelief. 

Roman exhaled a laugh. 

“No, I was joking. I actually hate you,” he spoke with a fond smile on his face. “I can’t stand spending literally all of my time with you. That’s why I beg you to come in here with me all the time, obviously. And of course I asked you out in the first place because I think you’re insufferable and—“

“Okay, okay, I get it. I’ll…I’ll work on the spiraling,” Virgil chuckled, brushing his hair out of his face.

“You don’t need to work on not spiraling,” Roman corrected, shaking his head exasperatedly. “Just talk to me. Or any of the others. I promise you, I wouldn’t hesitate to shut down anything that was too much for you, okay? You never have to worry that I’ll be upset with you.”

Virgil nodded mutely, still leaning into Roman’s hands that cupped his face. 

“Everything I do, I do for you, sunshine. I can’t exactly spoil you if all I’m doing is stressing you out.”

Virgil chuckled, rolling his eyes fondly. 

“You don’t have to spoil me, you know,” he countered, familiar with this argument. 

Now it was Roman’s turn to roll his eyes. 

“Yeah, yeah,” he complained. “But that doesn’t mean I don’t want to.”

“I mean, if you really wanted to spoil me, you’d take me t—“

“Virgil I’ve already recreated Warped Tour 2005 seven times this year and it’s only April!” 

“It was their best year!”

They kept going back and forth until both ultimately devolved into fits of laughter. It took a few minutes before they forced themselves to calm down and instead focused their efforts on finishing their snack before it grew too cold. 

“Is it getting late? I thought it was like two o’clock,” Virgil spoke up, glancing around at the slightly darkening sky. 

Roman chuckled slightly. 

“No, it is,” he smiled. “But you hate the sun.”

Virgil felt his cheeks heat up slightly. 

“I don’t mind it,” he argued, plucking a piece of their dessert and popping it into his mouth. “But you love the sun.”

Roman smiled, grabbing Virgil’s hand to press his lips to his knuckles. 

“I’ve already got you, sunshine,” he teased sweetly, earning a laugh out of his partner. “There’s no way the weather could ever top that.”

Virgil groaned, rolling his eyes fondly. 

“Sap.”

Roman beamed like he’d been called something much more complimentary. 

“Yeah, well,” he sighed, leaning his head into his hand. “If we don’t get to do this very often, then I reserve the right to make it count.”

Virgil opened his mouth to respond when a raindrop splattered on his nose and he froze. 

“You’re kidding,” he deadpanned, watching Roman’s giddy excitement. “Are you serious right now?”

Roman squealed, standing up from the bench and grabbing Virgil’s hands to pull him up as well.

“Please!” He begged dramatically, a wide smile on his face as he bounced on the balls of his feet. “Come on, stormcloud, I made this storm just for us.”

Virgil rolled his eyes and stood, following pliantly as Roman dragged him back across the boardwalk. The speakers playing jovial music were slightly distorted, but Roman seemed to have done it intentionally as he made the music play a bit louder. 

They walked hand in hand down the boardwalk, a light fall of rain cooling them both off from the hot summer weather. Roman’s heeled boots clicked as he walked, staggering his steps a bit as they weaved around the Imagination’s citizens. 

“Why are you like this?” Virgil grumbled, unable to keep the smile off of his face as his cheeks reddened in embarrassment. He aggressively kept his gaze away from any of the people around them. “I mean seriously, th—“

He cut himself off with a hiss, bumping into a person walking by as Roman laughed, wrapping an arm around his shoulders. 

“There are so many people here,” Virgil whined, using the arm around his shoulders to slink away from the crowds. 

Roman pressed a kiss to the crown of his head, stopping them both his free hand to wave away all of the crowds until they disappeared. 

“Better?” Roman asked, shuffling his feet in place. Virgil exhaled and nodded, moving closer to wrap an arm around Roman’s waist. 

However, Roman took the removal of their onlookers as permission to resume his dancing at full force. Virgil snorted a laugh, attempting to pull away from his boyfriend before Roman simply grabbed his hand instead. 

Roman swiftly spun him around as Virgil stumbled to a stop, sputtering out confused noises as Roman finishes the movement with a bow and a kiss to his knuckles. 

“Wow,” Virgil mused teasingly, smirking somewhat fondly. “Pulling out all the stops, huh?”

Roman hummed happily along with the music, clicking his feet as they walked along the wooden planks and swinging their conjoined hands. 

“Come on emo, join me,” Roman asked, pulling out his puppy dog eyes to seal the deal. Virgil rolled his eyes but continued watching fondly as Roman dropped his hand and began box-stepping circles around him as he walked. 

“In your dreams, Princey.”

“That’s true, it is,” he grinned, pausing only to blow an over-dramatic kiss to the other side. Virgil snorted, shaking his head exasperatedly.                            

“Dork.”

Roman paused his steps for a moment, the song playing around them changing. Virgil flushed under his gaze. 

"What?"

"Dance with me."

Virgil couldn't help but laugh, quirking a brow up

at his boyfriend.

"Are you joking?"

Roman's smile didn't move an inch.

Virgil narrowed his eyes.

"Roman, "Virgil warned, fighting back the urge

to let his own smile slip through.

"Please?"

And god, Virgil was nothing if not a sucker for that look.

He rolled his eyes but took both of Roman's hands nonetheless. The latter gave a delighted squeal, shaking out his rain-soaked hair until his curls bounced back. He began a fairly simple step sequence, moving them both from side to side to the beat of the music until he motioned for Virgil to twirl under his arm, which the other did with practiced annoyance. Roman, however, met him in the middle, slotting one hand in Virgil's and wrapping the other around his waist. Virgil stumbled slightly out of the turn and into their new position. 

He blinked up at Roman in surprise before his confusion became a light chuckle and he swiftly moved to wrap his free hand around the nape of Roman's neck. Roman's fond gaze softened, leaning down to steal a short yet sweet kiss.

"I see you're one step ahead of me," he smiled, excitement twinkling in his eyes. Their steps moved slowly, yet with practiced synchronicity. 

"You say that like you don't make me do this every time we're alone," he teased back. "I hate to break it to you, but I know all your tricks, Princey." 

Roman narrowed his eyes, challenging him. "Oh yeah?"

Virgil squinted back, flipping his grip to swiftly drop his boyfriend into a dip. He leaned in close, smirking at Roman's surprised, flustered face, their faces centimeters apart. 

"Oh yeah, baby,” he whispered as Roman gulped, a pink tint rapidly spreading down his face and neck. "That's vigilance for you."

Roman let out a breathless laugh as Virgil brought him back upright, resuming their rain dance. He had his eyes locked on Virgil's as they moved, allowing himself to get lost in the beauty of the man he loved; bags under his eyes, water dripping down his face, and every inch as perfect as he'd ever seen him.

Roman leaned their foreheads together, moving to wrap both hands around Virgil's sides as Virgil did the same around Roman's shoulders. 

"Thank you," he whispered, his breath brushing across Virgil's lips. 

Virgil's brow furrowed “You’re thanking me?" 

He spoke softly, searching Roman's face for answers. Roman gave a small smile.

"I don't know, I just feel like I should thank you," he continued shyly, leaning into Virgil's hands as they cupped his face. "You make me so happy, V. We have so much more work these days and I know you're so, so tired with all the new stuff with Nico and everything, but...you still make time to do things like this with me."

Virgil's gaze softened, his hand cradling Roman's neck and jaw as he stood up on the tips of his toes to press a kiss to the furrowed space between his brows.

"I love you, Ro. And no matter what, I will always take care of you, okay?" He watched as Roman closed his eyes, nodding as he leaned into Virgil's hand. "We're figuring this out together.”

Roman reached up to cover Virgil's hand, guiding it to press a kiss to his palm.

"God, I love you so much," he laughed breathlessly. "We can do this, I know it. Everything...everything else can crash and burn around us, but this-"

He cut himself off, stealing a desperate, bruising kiss.

"You," he breathed, almost gasping out his words. "I'll fight for you forever." 

Virgil exhaled with an exasperated smile.

"Dramatic ass, "he mumbled fondly. "I'd do anything for you."

"Shit," Roman chuckled, easing out of their dance stance to join hands once again, continuing to walk as normal. “We better not fuck this up, then."

“Well, I’m fucking trying at least,” Virgil smirked. “You’re not exactly making it easy.”

Roman let out an affronted gasp, rolling his eyes as they walked, swinging their conjoined hands. “How dare you, I am a delight.”

“Really? I hadn’t noticed,” he continued teasing. “The options are limited around here, you know.”

Roman snorted out a short laugh.

“Fine, no Warped Tour for the rest of the month.”

Virgil subsequently sputtered out a slew of nonsense as Roman devolved into delighted laughter, moving to sling his arm around Virgil’s shoulders. 

“How dare you? Now you’ve gone too far,” he ranted as Roman made zero effort to hide his pleased smile. 

“Nope,” he continued, popping the ‘P’ with a grin. “All of our edgelord mosh pit dates for the rest of the month will now be replaced with recreations of all of Thomas’ past performances since middle school and you can’t stop me.”

Virgil humphed and slid his hand into the back pocket of Roman’s jeans. 

“Fine, I’ll just ask your brother.”

And then was Roman’s turn to complain. 

[frostsinth]

She groaned, raising herself slowly up from the rock where she lay, cradling her throbbing head. What happened? The last thing she remembered was reminiscing along the rocks by the water; a place she had spent most of her childhood. But now where was she? She could hear the soft sound of lapping water, and the air smelled cool and damp. But it was hard to see; there were only a few thin shafts of light coming down from overhead. How had she gotten here? And for gods’ sake! Where were her clothes??

She wrapped her arms tightly around herself, staring wide eyed around what seemed to be a cave. The soft lapping of water suddenly turned to a louder slap, and a cold chill ran down her spine. As if something was moving through the water, and she definitely got the distinct feeling of being watched.

She spun sharply, and the soft glint of light flickered off the surface of the cave water. It rippled towards her, licking against the side of the shallow rock ledge she was on. She peered out, trying to make out the edge of the cave, or an opening somewhere, her heart thudding in her chest.

Something gold flashed just above the water’s surface.

She gasped as a large mass suddenly slithered forward through the water, slowly gaining on the rock. As quick as she could, the woman scrambled backward, skidding and slipping on the wet boulder.

The huge creature grabbed at the edge of the rock, yanking itself up. When it raised out of the water, it looked almost human. Save for a bulbous brow and large, glittering golden eyes. But the more of it that slithered from the water, the less human it became. Where there should have been hips and legs, there were tentacles; eight of them, grabbing and pulling and sliding the creature out of the water. It grinned, and sharp, pointed white teeth glittered in the faint beams of light.

She screamed, falling back, kicking out with her legs to fend off an impending attack... But it didn’t attack. Just perched at the edge of the rock and frowned, cocking its head to the side. 

“Stop that.” It gurgled, and its voice sounded like it was speaking through a mouthful of water.

The woman jerked in surprise, slipping over herself as she tried to sit back up. She blinked a few times, but she was sure that creature really was sitting before her. It wasn’t her imagination. And it had definitely just spoken.

“Wh-wh-??” She stammered, absolutely dumbstruck.

The creature grinned again, and inched closer. She stifled a gasp, sliding a little further to find her back hitting stone. She was cornered, and her eyes went wide, her heart racing wildly in her chest.

“What, you don’t recognize me?” It asked, and then it seemed to pout, slowly stretching out on its humanoid stomach and propping its square chin on its hands. It’s long tentacles twitched and curled in the air behind it. Much less frightening than before... she frowned. There was something hauntingly familiar about it. Though she couldn’t imagine she would have ever forgotten meeting a creature like this.

It only stayed like that for a moment, but quick as a wink it was back up, stretching up to tower over her. Reaching out with hands and suckers. She winced, jerking back, her mouth dropping open. It stopped, then cocked its head to the side again, letting long, seaweed green locks of hair pool in wet piles about its shoulders. Sinking lower to the rock, back to her eye level.

Its grin returned. “You’ve changed a lot too, you know. We were just kids the last time I saw you...”

His golden eyes caught the light, glinting mischievously. Familiarly... Her eyes shot so wide, she thought they might just fall out of their sockets, and she gasped again. He grinned wider as the realization filled her face.

“...Guppy?” She breathed.

He spread his arms magnanimously, as if presenting himself to her, and smirked. “Hey, little Gull.”

“Oh my GODS! GUPPY!” 

Forgetting herself for a moment, the woman flung herself forward, wrapping her arms around her childhood friend. Imaginary friend, she had come to believe. She had completely buried the dozens of summers she had spent playing on the rocky shore with the mysterious little boy with blue-green skin and sticky suckers for feet. Those had been lonely times for her, after all. Of course she would have made up a friend to play with! Even such an odd one. But those eyes... she would never ever be able to forget those eyes of his.

He seemed surprised at her sudden hug, but quickly recovered. It all came flooding back to her as he wrapped his arms around her. His briny scent filled her nose, and she remembered many long days under the sun and waves. She could hardly believe it, and found herself overflowing with a hundred competing emotions at once.

He laughed, giving her a gentle squeeze, seeming quite pleased that she had remembered him. She felt his tentacles curling about her as well, and a sudden shiver ran down her spine. “You’re the only one who’s ever called me that. Not many would dare now-adays.” He mused as she leaned back to look up at him. “Most just go with the full ‘Gupslessiano’. But you never could say it.”

She quickly realized her mouth was still dropped open, and clamped it shut. “I.. I thought I’d made you up!” She gasped, shaking her head in disbelief. “I.. I can’t believe you’re real!”

His grin returned, and she jumped as one of his tentacles brushed her short hair back out of her face. “Honestly... I kinda thought I dreamed you up too. But when I saw you on the beach earlier-”

“The beach?” She echoed, then looked around, “How did I... Did you bring me here?”

He shrugged, leaning back on one hand. Another tentacle plopped lazily across her lap, and she stared down at it in surprise. “I was thinking about calling out to you, but you slipped. Hit your head and started sinking below the waves.” He smirked at me. “Luckily I happened to remember you couldn’t breath underwater, so fished you out. Still haven’t learned how to swim, little Gull?”

Another of his many tentacles began snaking around her hips, and a hot blush suddenly ran up her cheeks as she remembered her current state.

“Umm, Guppy? Where exactly are my clothes?”

“Clothes?” He replied, frowning. “You mean those strange fishing nets you were all tangled up in? Didn’t seem very comfortable. I got rid of them.”

She stared at him, and the hot flush spread to her ears. Her childhood friend had grown; he was nearly double her size, not counting his many thickly muscled limbs, and his chubby cheeks and rounded baby fat had given way to a chiseled jaw and matured torso. What had once been little specks of yellow on his skin were now sparkling scales that looked like gold inlaid atop his deep emerald tentacles. She watched the flash of red as the gills at his neck sucked greedily for air. He grinned under her scrutiny, baring sharp, predator teeth instead of the tiny rounded little nubs she recalled teasing him about. Especially when he had started to lose them. This was certainly not the little Guppy she remembered.

He slowly stroked her hair back with the tip of one long tentacle again, and she leaned away from him with her breath catching in her throat. She resisted the urge to jump as another of his eight limbs slowly began wrapping around her wrist. But she couldn’t keep her heart from racing as yet another gently curled around her hips.

“Wh-what are we doing here, Guppy?” She stammered, glancing nervously about the dark cave. “Why did you bring me here?”

One big hand reached out, cupping the back of her neck. “I forgot you existed, little Gull, but when I saw you on that beach-” She reached up, placing her hand on his chest nervously “-It all came back to me. And I remembered the promise I made to you.”

“Promise?” she repeated, shivering as his tentacles wrapped a little tighter around her. “What promise?”

He’s toothy grin grew wider. “Why, to take you away with me, of course!”

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[missnxthingg]

Got a angst request with Tom x reader. Reader lost quite a bit of weight and noticed how people treat her differently based on her looks and feels insecure and scared of getting closer to Tom thinking he’s the same as everyone and won’t like her personality

A/N: I’m so sorry I took too long to get to your request. It’s just that I started college this year, and it’s been really hard to write now, even though I miss it so much. Now that I’m quarantining, I get much more free time to write since I don’t have to spend two hours on the subway home, and there are many things that don’t take a lot of my time as before. But I’m still studying, and it’s still hard to write. Also, I wrote this for at least three times? Didn’t like any of the versions, but I liked this one better, and I hope you like it.

Words: 3.7K

Pairing: Tom Holland x Female Reader

Warnings: Swearing, low self-esteem and really cute.

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TALK TO ME

Self love is hard for you, and for years you haven’t been gentle with yourself and your body. Looking in the mirror and not enjoying what you’re seeing is the hardest thing in the world, especially when you cry your heart out about it for hours. It’s been like this since you were much younger, and it only grew up with you, following you through all your life, including when you started in acting. It became pretty hard to deal with your own body, and always having eyes on you, commenting about every single curve of your body.

That way you concluded that you wanted to lose weight, not because of anyone else, but yourself. This was something that needed to be done for your self esteem’s sake. It wasn’t like you weren’t eating at all, but now you were eating healthier and it even made you feel better. Trading late night burgers for homemade healthy food was definitely life changing for you. In time, it started to show differences in your body, and people starting to notice.

It’s so funny to watch people treat you differently once they start noticing your loss of weight. Before everything, your aunts were always commenting about your body, now they were always complimenting you. Guys didn’t even talk to you when you were out clubbing with your friends, now they were always checking you out. But the biggest difference was in work, and that’s the thing you noticed the most. Movie industry can be the worst when it comes to bodies, and it was probably one of the biggest reasons you wanted to do what you did. It was almost like magic, because now people really payed attention to you. In a few months, you were wanted to be casted in many movies and TV shows just because you were all over the media with some new paparazzi bikini candids during a vacation in Mexico.

But of course, haters never rest. Even though you were feeling much more confident, they would always be around just to tell how much you’ve changed and wasn’t the same person as before, because your looks went up your head. You went from playing step sisters and nerds to playing a mean girl in some romantic comedy. It was something you always wanted to play, but the industry wouldn’t let you play if you didn’t have the most perfect body to do it. You even dyed your hair blonde for the character, which was a boost to people that were already saying you were such a superficial girl now.

As said before, self love is hard, and when it doesn’t come to your body, it comes to your personality. Doubts were all over the place all the time, and now you were questioning yourself if you really were a good person, or that maybe they were right. That’s why when you got a new role as the main character in a sci-fi movie, you weren’t so sure if you deserved it. Maybe they only wanted you because of your new body, not because of your work. But you shook it up and face it with a smile.

You woke up in the morning of your first day feeling so nervous you could throw up. It was normal to you, anxiety mixed with something new always hit you like a truck, but it was okay. You had your shower, a good breakfast to face the big day of working and put on some comfortable clothes, you because you would change into your character’s figurine soon. You were nervous, but you had a little boost of confidence, feeling it was going to be a good day. But soon that feeling was shattered. It wasn’t like the whole day was a complete shit, but it only took some words from one of your castmates to completely ruin the day.

The day started out nicely, people were nice there, and you got to meet a lot of people you knew that were a big deal in the industry, one of them being an Oscar winner and the other one a big Marvel star. When you met your screen partner and love interest in the movie, you got speechless. His name was Tom Holland and he played Spider-Man in Marvel movies, and also was everywhere in Hollywood right now. And he was really pretty, showing up with simple gym clothes, a messy hair that was needing a little bit of cutting, but was perfectly showing his curls. And he had a pretty smile too, one of the prettiest you’d ever seen. But if there’s one thing you never let yourself get dragged into was believing that people were nice just because of their looks, because of you own life experience, but Tom was genuinely a nice guy.

“Hi, I’m Tom, it’s nice to meet you.” He stood his hand in the air to greet you with a big smile on his face, giving you a comfortable vibe to just relax around him.

“I’m (Y/N), it’s nice to meet you Tom.”

“I guess we’ll be working a lot together now. Because you know, we have a lot of scenes together.”

“Yeah, Cassie and Liam.” He bumped your shoulder gently and you smiled, feeling something in your guts.

Your first meeting with Tom was lovely, and you were already loving working with him. It wasn’t the same feeling you got when you met the girl that was supposed to be your sister on camera, Oscar winner, Ella Turner. Of course you knew who she was, and you loved the movie she got an Oscar for, so you were excited to meet her. Your first saw her during your first makeup test. She was in the trailer enjoying some coffee and sliding through her Instagram while waiting for the makeup artists. You cleaned your throat to announce you were there, but Ella didn’t even move a bit. You pressed your lips together and approached her, tapping her in the shoulder. She turned to you with a bored face, looking directly into you, taking all of you in.

“Hi, I’m (Y/N), you must be Ella.”

“Of course I am.” She grinned and arched her eyebrow. “You must be the girl that got my role in the movie.”

“Excuse me?” You asked, confused with her response.

“Yes dear. I wanted your role, but they chose you to do it, leaving me as a secondary sister instead. I don’t know why, because clearly I was the best choice, especially to attract the critics eyes to us. But of course, it’s so obvious why they chose you.” She turned back to her phone, as if she didn’t care who was in the room with her. She took a break, waiting for your response, but of course she didn’t get one. “Because you’re the new girl in every magazine with your new pretty body. So pathetic.”

“Uhm, okay. Sorry to steal your thunder.” You sat next to her, avoiding eye contact. You thought she’d be more charismatic, but now you were only thinking about how jealous she was of not getting the role. Bad comments were something you tried to avoid all the time, but they always echoed through your head, no matter how loud the music was playing in your eyes.

So first day of work, not so great. You tried to get Ella’s comments out of your head, but it took three full glasses of sangria to get it out of you. The second day was better, and you had a really nice lunch with some people in the cast and crew, that including Tom, who was really being very nice to you. Actually, he was the one that invited you to have lunch with them, seeing you were so alone on set.

You got to meet many other people that were going to work with you, one of them being Tom’s brother, Harry. And lunch was really sweet and funny, it made you day light up a little bit and it made you forget that you were going to have a long scene with Ella, and she wasn’t better today. The key of doing a great scene in a movie was connecting with the environment you were in, and the actors you were acting with. Ella didn’t make it easy, and you had to do the scene over and over again. And somehow, when she was around, the whole crew acted different with you, like you weren’t as important, and that made you feel really bad.

You couldn’t help but think that maybe she was right. You were only there because of your looks, not because you’re good enough to be in that role. And the second day was the one that ended up with you crying on your way home and devouring your feelings in food. Not so great as the night before.

But third day was good, probably because you had many scenes with Tom, and he made you laugh so hard you almost died without a breath. He really made you feel comfortable around him and was really nice to you. Actually, he was nice to everyone around, but that day he really gave you all the attention he could. He even shared his lunch with you, because his brother made too many food for him and Harry.

“So, he’s Harry twin brother?” Tom nodded and smiled while chewing his food. “Your family can literally do anything! You’re an actor, you dad’s a comedian, you mom and brother are photographers, and your other brother is a chef! It’s almost like you’re The Incredibles.”

“I am a very lucky guy when it comes to family. I even have a brother that cooks for me! That’s just… amazing, really.” You chuckled and leaned back in the table, taking some more food in.

“I miss my family. Because I can really be myself when I’m with them, and work is stressing me out too much. Ella isn’t an easy person to deal with.” You sighed and he nodded.

“I know, but maybe we’ll get a break soon. And hey, maybe you can come over and have dinner with my family, they would love to meet you.”

“Really? I don’t wanna bother.”

“You’re not gonna bother them, and my little brother Paddy loved you last movie. You were a great mean girl!” You smiled and sipped some more juice from your glass.

“Well, thank you! And I totally kicked-ass as a blonde.” He nodded, with a smile.

“Yeah, you did.”

In time, you got closer to Tom, more than you could imagine you being close to someone, and you started to have some feelings for him. Of course it was stupid, but you couldn’t help it! But the thing was that you’d never been in a relationship with anyone, just because of you insecurity with your own body. And now that you were feeling great about your body, but self doubting you talents and personality, it became even harder for you. A guy like Tom Holland wouldn’t like a girl like you.

Tom, in contrary, was really into you as well. He tried to get closer to you, but it was like you wouldn’t let him in. He tried to hard to connect with you in some other level, but you were a really hard person to deal with, and he wished you could just open up to him a little bit more. You knew everything about him, about his family, where he was from, what did he like, and even his pet peeves. But he didn’t know anything about you, and that was really bothering him.

One day, you had a really long day of work. Ella was as difficult to deal with as she could be, and Tom noticed that she was getting on your nerves, and that you were pissed, and only wishing that she would just shut up. He was getting out of his trailer to go home, when he saw you getting out of yours with a big bag on your hand, that seemed pretty heavy. He rushed to get to you and caught the bag from your hands.

“Ops, careful there!” Tom mumbled, picking the heavy bag up.

“Thank you.” You blushed as he started to walk along with you.

“You okay?” He asked, looking at you. You looked away, trying not to give away how you were feeling.

“Yeah, ‘m fine.” You mumbled, trying to avoid eye contact, but your voice tone gave it all away. “I’m just tired, that’s all.”

“Why don’t you stay at my place tonight? I live nearby, and I can cook to you.”

Tom had a point. You lived much far away from the studio than him, and would take forever driving there. He was living so close to the studio that he was taking taxis to get there everyday. And as much as you didn’t want to admit it, you were too tired to drive home and cook for yourself. Maybe accepting his invite would be good for you. So you nodded and he pulled you over by the shoulder, hugging you from the side. Being with him was very comfortable, and you wanted to let yourself go a little bit more, but you were still holding yourself back just because you weren’t sure if he would really like you just the way you are.

He asked for your keys and drove your car to his home. You were both living somewhere that wasn’t your hometown, so that led both of you getting your own apartment in Los Angeles. His apartment was much smaller than yours. It was a small flat, with one bed, a small bedroom, kitchen and living room, with almost no walls. But the furniture was nice, since the couch was really big, and so was the bed. It was pretty different than your apartment, that was a little bigger than his, and had many rooms, with walls and everything.

“So this is my place. Not big, but it’s cozy.” He said, settling your bag in the couch.

“It’s nice.” You smiled to him and leaned against the kitchen counter.

“What do you want to eat?” He asked, walking to the kitchen and looking at what did he had to prepare for them to eat. “Forget it, we only have one option. Pasta.”

“Sounds good to me.” You giggled, too tired to have any other reaction. Tom glanced at you and gave you a sympathetic smile.

“You should take a shower to relax.” You nodded, yawning. “And them, we’ll talk about what’s bothering you.”

“Nothing is bothering me. I really am just tired.” You said, walking to his bedroom.

“Uhm… Right.” He said, totally not buying what you were saying to him. “You can borrow some clothes if you want to.”

“Okay.” You pressed your lips together, looking around his clothes to find something to wear, but the whole ´place was a mess. “Tom, I can’t find anything in here.”

“Oh fuck, I forgot how messy I am.” He ran to get to you and looked around for some clean clothes, such as a big tshirt, sweatpants and some clean boxers. “I swear these are clean, they just aren’t as organized.”

“It’s okay.” You laughed and nodded, picking a towel that was folded in a corner and jumping into the bathroom.

A shower was all you needed. It was like the hot water was able to remove every bad thing from your body. Suddenly you were too tired, but still, all you wanted was to lie down and eat something. The house was filled with the smell of homemade food. The shower was quick, and soon you slipped into Tom’s comfortable clothes, that were much bigger than you. Slowly, you returned to the living room, finding Tom already serving your food.

“Uhm, this smells so nice.” You said, sitting in the couch and waiting for him to finish. 

“I tried a little something. I know it’s not something so great as when my brother Sam was visiting, but I still can cook for surviving.” He left the plate in front of you and went to get his.

“This is okay.” You tried it on, feeling the good and hot food on your mouth. 

“So, are you going to tell me why have you been feeling really down lately?” He asked, sitting next to you. You didn’t reply, but it was like he could understand your lack of words. “Is there something bothering you?”

“It’s just… I’m tired, and I don’t wanna talk about this, okay? Can we talk about something else?”

“Okay. Uhm, what about telling each other funny stories? That always light up people’s mood.” He suggested and you nodded. “So I’ll start, alright?”

“Make me laugh Thomas.”

“So, you know my friend Harrison?” You nodded and he chuckled. “He was sleeping with one of my neighbors one afternoon, and her grandmother arrived home right when they were doing it. He had to jump out the window and hide in a tree, completely naked! And I was the one that went saving him, but I almost died in laughter that day.” He was laughing so hard, that it made you laugh as well.

“Oh God. This is how much boy try to get laid. Just pathetic, but funny.” You pointed and ate some more.

“Now, your turn.” You thought about it for a while, but nothing popped on your head, nothing that would actually look interesting to him. “Come on, (Y/N)!”

“I don’t have anything interesting to tell you! Sorry.” You fell into an uncomfortable silence until you finished the pasta. “Tom, talk to me.”“No, not as long as you don’t talk to me. I talk to you about everything, and somehow I still don’t know anything about you, not even what’s bothering you.”

“Tom, I…”“It’s okay, really. Maybe we should just go to sleep.” He got up and walked to his bed, without turning back.

“Tom, please, can we talk?”

“If you want it. I’ve been asking you what’s wrong all night, but you don’t seem like you wanna talk to me about stuff. I’ve been feeling that stuff for a while, but I never told you because we never were so close or anything.” He shrugged and sat in bed. You sat in front of him, hugging your legs.

“I’m so sorry you were feeling this way about me.” You started, trying to look at his eyes, but he was looking away. “I swear I want to talk about everything with you, but I’m scared you won’t like me, just like the others don’t.”

“What? Everybody loves you (Y/N).”

“That’s not true.” You let a small tear escape, but quickly wiped it off. “I’ve heard during my entire career that I’m not good enough, and going through changes in my body only made things worse, and I’m worried you won’t like me as much as I want you to.”

“I already like you darling, and what you’re saying is just bullshit. You’re so talented, and so pretty, and I bet you have many good things to show, but you won’t let me in. I’ve told you everything about me, and my family, and friends, but I still don’t know much about you.”

“Can we start over?” You asked, making him look back to you, and you both found each other with tears in their eyes. “Hi, I’m (Y/N) (Y/L/N), and I’m 23 years old, and I’m an only child, separated parents, I have body issues, and I’m not as confident with myself as I should, but I really like you, and I’m so glad that you’ve been treating me nicely, because you’re the first guy to do so, and I wanna open up to you this time, only if you promise not to completely abandon me after finding out the real me.”

“I cross my heart.” He searched for you hand, and your eyes, giving you a warm smile. “Just start by what’s bothering you.”

“She is an Oscar winner throwing things at my face everyday.” You admitted, and he nodded, tightening the grip on your hand. “She keeps reminding me that people only want me in their movies because of my body, and that everyone is saying that I changed because of that, and honestly it hurts so bad. I was try to overcome all of that, but it’s clearly taking the best and worst out of me.”

“I’m so sorry about Ella, but just so you know, I can feel that you’re amazing, and looks doesn’t matter. You know, I watched your first movie some day ago, and really, I thought you were even more beautiful back then. But I understand that you did it all to help you self-esteem, but I don’t think those mean things the media’s been saying about you are true, because you’re so funny and interesting, and you shouldn’t be afraid of being yourself.” He caressed your face, making you smile a little bit, feeling your heart warm up for the first time in a while. “And you deserve this role, and you deserve to be happy.

“Thank you Tom. I really appreciate that. And it feels really good to open up with you.” You smiled to him, giving full insurance to him that you were glad about everything that was happening.

“One more thing that’s not clear, but you told me that you really like me, and I was wondering if you really meant it.” He asked and you nodded, with an ashamed smile on your face. So you tried to hide it against his chest and he pulled you up. 

“God, I’m so embarrassed.” You mumbled against his chest and he held you, laughing hard.

“I really like you too.” He kissed the top of your held, making your heart almost explode. “And I like every version of you there is. And please, don’t hesitate on communicating. I wanna know everything about you.” You pulled back and left a smell peck on his lips. You kissed Tom many times on camera, but only a small kiss meant much more than all of those hot kisses for the movie.

“And you will, I promise. But right now, I need to sleep.” You yawned and he smiled, leaving another peck on your lips, pulling you down to bed.

“Come on, let’s rest, and we can talk tomorrow.” He brought her closer and adjusted himself to make you comfortable. “You okay?”

“Yes. Now I’m okay.” You mumbled with your eyes closed. “Good night Tom.”

“Good night, darling.”

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Dean Winchester x Reader

// Anon request:  Hi could I get a Dean×reader where her and the boys grew up togehter and the reader could also be a hunter, hunting with them and kinda always flirting with Dean (and him flirting back, also Sam ships them lowkey). Anyway, my point is could you write like how they finally get togehter and what lead to them admitting their fellings to eachother. Thanks! xx   ///

A/N: I hope you like it!! Thank you for requesting :) xx 

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Sam Winchester

Dean Winchester

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 John B Routledge 

JJ Maybank 

Rafe Cameron 

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You’d met the Winchester boys when you were only 13. Your parents were killed by a demon and the Winchesters were the ones who found you huddled in a corner of an old abandoned warehouse. Well, it was actually a 15-year-old boy named Dean who was the one that had found you. For some reason, the demon kept you alive, carrying you to the abandoned warehouse after slaughtering your parents. You had no other family. Your Grandparents were gone, both of your parents were only children so no aunts and uncles you could live with. The Winchester men became your family.

John wasn’t too sure on how to take care of a girl but luckily you were already old enough to basically care for yourself. He taught you how to fight and hunt demons just like he did his boys, treating you as family. It never felt you were an outsider, the three welcomed you with open arms. You had to admit, living in hotel after hotel and driving city to city got old after a while, but you learned to love it.

You and Dean were always close. You believed you connected with him right off the bat because after suffering such a tragedy, he was your knight and shining armor. He was the first person you saw when you opened your eyes in that warehouse. He was the first person that you spoke too after days of not saying a word. He was also your first kiss. However, that is not spoken about anymore.

After you grew comfortable with the boys, John sat you and his boys down for a discussion. The boys were to treat you as if you were their blood sister and you treat the boys as your blood brothers. There would be no kissing, no feelings, nothing like that. The three of you were siblings now and that would not be tolerated. So, that’s what you believed for years, however, there was always that little spark between you and Dean.

You were 16 and Dean was 18 at the time. Living on the road, never gave you a chance to interact with other boys which meant you were 16 when you finally had your first kiss. During a innocent game of truth or dare with Dean one night. “Truth or dare,” Dean had smirked, sitting across from you on the bed. Sam and John left to grab dinner and you didn’t feel like going, so Dean offered to keep you company in a brotherly matter of course.

“Truth,” You sighed, picking at your fingers. You didn’t really want to play this but Dean insisted it would be fun. The beginning was at first. He’d been dared to prank call people, run down the hall way in his boxers and to knock on the doors of peoples rooms before running away. You’d chose truth every round.

“Oh come on y/n,” He groans, “You’ve chosen truth every time!”

You shrugged, looking up from your fingers, “I didn’t want to play in the first place.”

He sighs, nodding, “Fine. Okay, have you ever…been kissed?”

Your eyes went wide and you quickly shook your head, embarrassed that he would ever ask a question like that, “No gosh… never.”

“Well, do you want to be?” He’d asked. He hadn’t meant anything by it, however secretly he’d hoped you say yes.

You gave a small shrug, “I mean yeah.. if it was the right guy.” Your eyes meet his and the way he was looking at you made you blush.

He nods, before clearing his throat, “Your turn..”

“Truth or dare?” You whispered quietly.

“Dare.”

You gulped, “I dare you to kiss me.”

His eyes were wide as they looked at you. You didn’t have to tell him twice. He scooted closer to you, his hands going to your cheeks, “Are you sure?” He whispers against your lips, his thumb gently caressing your cheek.

Your eyes glance from his lips to his eyes before nodding.

“I need you to say it baby girl.” The nickname he’d always called you. It made your heart melt every time he said it.

“Yes, I’m sure.”

Then his lips softly met yours. He couldn’t believe it at first, he was actually kissing you. This was what his dad ordered to never happen, but right now all he could think about was the feeling of your soft lips against his and how good you were. He wanted your first kiss to be memorable, so he was soft and gentle, making sure he wasn’t needy with the kiss. Oh, how he wanted to be though.

It was the sound of a key in the door that made you two pull away, quickly scurrying to separate beds. You’d grabbed a magazine and opened it, Dean grabbing the TV remote. The two of you never spoke about that night again. That didn’t stop you two from flirting though.

~

You stood in the motel bathroom, fixing your hair. The three of you were getting ready to leave on a hunt, but first would be impersonating agents to find out information.

“Can you help me with this?” Dean walked in, his shirt buttoned but his tie hung loosely around his neck. He stood behind you, looking at you in the mirror.

“Why can’t Sam help? I’m still trying to get ready.”

“Sam stepped out to take a phone call. And maybe I wanted you to do it.” He smirked.

You rolled your eyes, before turning to face the older Winchester brother, “Sam’s too rough when he ties it, isn’t he?”

He nods, “Your much more gentle.”  

You blush a little and shake your head, beginning to tie the tie.

Dean watches you in admiration, your tongue on your lip in concentration. He was close enough to kiss you right now and he couldn’t lie, he was tempted. So tempted.

“You look good.” He whispers.

You roll your eyes again, “Stop it.”

“You do.” He clears his throat, “Your hair looks good like that.”

You glance up at him, patting his tie after finishing, “you don’t look so bad yourself.”

He fixes his collar over the tie, giving him his famous smirk, “I know I do sweet cheeks.” He gives you a wink before stepping out of the bathroom.

“You’re so conceited!”

~

After the hunt was over, Dean of course wanted to go for a round of drinks at the local bar.

“You guys go find a table, I’ll go get drinks.” Sam announces, pointing to the bar. You nod before following Dean through the crowd of people. He leads you to the table, his hand at your lower back.

Sam watches the two of you from the bar. He figures Dean said something funny because the two of you bursted into laughter, your hand going to his arm. Sam smiled and shook his head. He wasn’t stupid, he knew Dean liked you and he figured you felt the same way. The way you two flirted, it wasn’t like siblings. It was more. In all honesty, Sam was for it. He could see a difference when you around Dean. Dean was happier, smiling and laughing and he was respectful. Dean was a completely different guy with you. He wishes the two of you would just admit it already. Dad was dead, so nothing was holding the two of you back.

~

The hunt went bad. Dean and Sam had been captured by vampires. They’d told you to wait in the car while they handled it but they underestimated the number of vampires inside, resulting in their capture. You had run in, using yourself as an offering, more of a distraction while Dean cut himself lose. It was a dangerous move on your part and Dean almost didn’t cut himself lose in time. Luckily, you’d managed to walk away with only a bite on your shoulder.

“Are you an idiot?!” Dean had screamed at you as soon as you stepped outside. The three of you managed to kill all the vampires, but now it was time for a lecture.

You rolled your eyes, hand over your wound, “I saved your ass, Dean. Both of you!” You defend, looking between the brothers.

Dean tosses the machete in the trunk, slamming it shut, “Yeah and you almost got yourself killed in the process! I almost didn’t make it in time.” Quietly, Sam had slipped into baby, this wasn’t his argument. He wouldn’t get a word out anyways. When the two of you went at it, there was no interrupting.

“I was fine, Dean. I had it handled.”

“Yeah? You had it handled?” He stalks over to you, pointing to your shoulder, “That’s what you call having it handled?! He could have killed you!”

“It was only one bite! I’m fine!” You begin to turn away from him and get into the car, but he grabs your arm, pulling you back to him.

“Don’t walk away from me. I’m not done talking.”

You rip your arm out of his grasp, “I’m not a fucking child, Dean! I can handle myself just fine. Why are you being like this!”

“Because I love you, y/n! That’s why!” It slipped out before he could stop it. No take backsies now. It was out on the table. The truth was out. You gasp, your eyes wide as you stand across from him.

You shake your head, “Dean. You better mean as in brotherly love.”

He takes a step closer to you. Now or nothing. “You know damn well I don’t mean brotherly love.”

You look up at him, eyes on the brink of tears, “Dean…”

“That night I kissed you for the first time, it meant something to me. You’ve always meant something to me, y/n. I know, dad always said we’re supposed to treat each other like siblings, but I say screw it.” His hands cup your cheeks, his thumb wiping a tear from your eye.

“Dean.” You whisper, your hand coming up to his cheek.

His lips are within inches of yours, “I need you to say it baby girl.” That one sentence.

“Kiss me Dean Winchester.” His lips come at you fast and hard, but the kiss is tender, just like that night in the hotel room.  

“Finally!” Sam cheers from the impala, causing you two to pull away. You look at Sam, blushing and giggling.

Dean groans, “Way to ruin it, Sammy.”

“Sorry!” He winces, giving a sheepish smile.

Your hands go to his shirt at his side, giving a small tug, “I love you, Dean Winchester…” He presses his forehead against yours, his hands on your hips, pulling you close as you smile, “My knight and shining armor.”

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Chapter 10: The Secluded Sage

The mountain road to Caer Pelyn looked grueling from the base all the way to the peak.

And it wasn't just sudden, steep slopes that hindered their progress, but also a high fog that was starting to roll in and obstruct their view.

The cavalry all dismounted their horses, then started to carefully climb the rocky areas so that the horses would not fracture any bones. Those who did not have much strength were helped by those who had power to spare. Only the pegasus knights did not struggle.

Tana suggested that Eirika ride with her, but she refused. Since she was so light, she had a much easier time climbing than the soldiers clad in heavy armor. As she aimed for the peak, she cheered on those who were getting discouraged as much as she possibly could.

When the fog cleared a bit, Forde looked back at the road they'd come from and slowly stretched out his hands. "Aaaah, what a nice view! Nature is the greatest painter of all… or so it makes me want to say. It's so unfortunate that I didn't bring my paints with me." Contrary to his very relaxed words, his brow was covered in sweat.

And he was certainly right. The view looking down from up high was picturesque. Neither the fort and sight of one of their most grueling battles, nor the village where they’d met Kilmt and Ewan, felt real from where they were standing now. Both areas blended in with the rest of the scenery.

Eirika asked through heavy breaths from climbing, “So, Forde, you paint?”

He seemed to have wanted her to ask. He answered proudly, “I mean, it’s just how I pass the time. I’m skilled in both landscapes and portraits. If you’d like, I’d be honored to paint you some time, Lady Eirika…”

“She would not.” Kyle, who was climbing behind him, whispered, ruining Forde’s mood. “Everything you draw is so crude. Lady Eirika would pity you.”

“That’s mean, Kyle! You just don’t like painting…!”

“If you talk too much, you’ll waste your energy.”

Kyle was right. As knights of a kingdom, they didn’t want to act improper in front of others. 

Forde did not speak another word, instead choosing to devote himself to climbing the mountain.

The one person full of energy compared to the rest of the sweat-drenched group was Ewan. He’d gotten used to this road when he was much younger, and moved up the rugged mountain as if he was as light as a rabbit.

Not only that, but he was also teasing everyone who was struggling. His main target, for whatever reason, was Innes.

Ewan jumped around like a small animal and made fun of how carefully Innes climbed, saying that he’d be an old man by the time he made it to the top, that he’d carry him for one hundred gold, and other such taunts. Tethys scolded Ewan for it every single time, but he was enjoying himself too much, and couldn’t stop himself from horsing around.

Innes, probably thinking that it would be ridiculous to get angry with a child, simply crossed his brow, and did not respond.

The closer they got to the summit, the thicker and thicker the fog became. They couldn’t even see their own feet clearly, and some soldiers didn’t realize when they were about to step on rocks, causing them to sprain their ankles.

‘Is there really a village up a mountain like this…?’ Eirika began to doubt it.

Suddenly, Innes ordered everyone to stop.

Eirika, who’d gone a little ahead of the main group, turned around while wiping the sweat from her forehead. “What is it, Innes…?”

“There’s a fort over there.”

She looked over at where Innes was pointing, and indeed saw something that looked like a fort. It was hidden in the fog, but it was clear that a stone building was towering over them.

“Yeah, that’s a fort that was built a long, loooong time ago!” Ewan said with a knowing look on his face. “It was made several hundred years ago for those fighting the monsters rampaging in this area. But now, no one uses it. There’s nothing nor anyone inside. I explored it once.”

“Ewan! That’s dangerous…!” Tethys crossed her eyebrows, but Ewan didn’t pay her any mind at all. 

He tried to continue on as if he’d already completely forgotten about the fort, but Innes stopped him. “Wait. If there’s no one here, then what is that noise?”

“Noise?”

“Can’t you hear it?”

Ewan cupped his ears with his hands. His already big eyes grew bigger and bigger, until finally they were as big as could be. “...You’re right! There’s a strange noise coming from somewhere! That’s amazing, mister! My teacher is always telling me that sharp senses are the foundation of spellcasting. You might just have a knack for magic!”

Innes ignored him, and said to Eirika, “It would be best if you told your army to prepare for battle immediately.”

“Battle…? Innes, could there really be an enemy waiting to ambush us here…!?” 

“It’s not the Carcino Army. There’s little chance they could have made it up a mountain like this. The beings residing in that fort are much more of a nuisance than them…”

“Monsters!” A hysterical scream echoed through the fog, one that sounded happy for some reason.

No one even had to turn around to see who it was. They all knew it was Lute.

Innes wasn’t amused by her enthusiasm, keeping his serious composure as he nodded and said, “I believe so. And the noise is getting louder and louder. They seem to have noticed us.”

Their only experience fighting monsters so far was in the Za’ha Woods, and all they knew was that Artur and Lute’s magic was effective against them.

Still, Eirika could not stop her heart from racing, and the reason for that was the fog. The fort was falling apart, with chunks of wall having crumbled and tumbled off. Even the inside was probably filled with fog. To fight an unfamiliar enemy when they could not see very well put them at a huge disadvantage.

‘I wonder if there’s a route around the fort?’ 

However, the moment that thought ran through Eirika’s head, she heard a commotion start from within the fort that only grew louder and louder.

It seemed that it would be impossible to avoid it now. If she hesitated, it would only mean that more of her soldiers would be injured.

Eirika quickly organized her army into their battle formation, then they all marched towards the fort within the fog.

☆

What Innes noticed was not the fort, but something, or rather, someone, just in front of it.

From within the fort clouded in fog came a shockingly carefree voice. “What a spacious room this is! It smells a bit musty, but that just makes it all the more intriguing. I like it! We shall rest here for the night!”

Her energetic voice contrasted completely with the dark and gloomy fort.

And her loyal companion Dozla was of course by her side. He was moving around as quickly as his rotund body would allow, cleaning up the room to make her as comfortable as possible.

L’Arachel sat down atop their large pile of luggage arranged as a makeshift chair, and watched Dozla work with a calm look on her face that made it clear that this was how they normally did things. “Still, I do wonder what happened to Rennac. I told him to follow close behind me, but he disappeared at some point… What a shame. I wonder when we lost him.”

“He’s certainly not a very reliable fellow! Shall I go look for him?”

“No thank you, Dozla. If we run about carelessly, then we will just get lost ourselves. I believe we should rest here for the night. No matter how bad his sense of direction may be, he should show up before long.”

“Of course, Lady L’Arachel! What an excellent idea!” Dozla began to move even more gallantly than before, tearing down the spider webs from the corners of the room.

L’Arachel never failed to pray, no matter the situation, so she knelt down on the cold stone floor.

When Dozla stepped inside the neighboring room so as not to disrupt her, he lept back as if he’d been flicked away like a fly.

“There’s something very important I must tell you, Lady L’Arachel!”

“What could it possibly be, Dozla? Why must I tell you not to be loud every time I pray…!?”

“There’s something lurking in the fog! It’s monsters!” At first glance, Dozla might seem blockheaded, but his senses were sharp towards unexpected, strange presences. It was an intuition he’d picked up naturally throughout his journey together with L’Arachel to eradicate monsters.

L’Arachel was not scared by the news, rather, her face lit up. “What good fortune this is, to be confronted by monsters while seeking to stay at this fort for the night! The gods have truly judged me to be a worthy emissary of justice. We will take care of them straight away, Dozla.”

“My hammer arm is already itching for a fight!"

L’Arachel and Dozla rushed into the thick of the fog.

The signs that monsters were near were finally undeniable. The two travelers, throwing caution to the wind and jumping into the fray, were like a free meal to them. Even those who had been concealing themselves inside the fort came crawling out.

L’Arachel, grasping her staff in both of her hands, looked around at her surroundings, then said in a meek voice, “...Dozla, are you concerned?”

“Why would I be, Lady L’Arachel?”

“Their numbers might be… just a bit too great.”

The horde of monsters surrounding them had grown to several rows.

[alkhale]

Desert Sun (Male!Vivi x Male!Hoku) Memos AU Ko-fi request

Hi! Recently i begin to love Vivi(theres dome amazing fanarts about genderbender!Vivi that i found ). so i would like to get an Vivi x Hoku or M!Vivi x Hoku or M!Vivi x M!Hoku ,please.

Pictures for reference! Male!Vivi by @bab_119

Male!Hoku looks a lot like Allen from D. Gray Man with just a bit shorter hair. He keeps the side braid with Mihawk’s ribbon or uses it to tie off a little ponytail at the base of his neck.

“What are you drawing, Hoku?”

Hoku paused, his fingers loosely holding the pencil in his grip. The lazy, light sketches looked back at him over the expanse of thick paper and he grinned a bit at the sight, looking up at Vivi’s voice. “Couldn’t sleep, prince charming?”

Vivi rolled his eyes at him, lightly running his fingers through the soft blue tufts of his hair. He came down the set of steps onto the lower deck where Hoku was leaning against one of Nami’s tangerine trees. A few peels sat at Hoku’s bare feet in the grass, his only evidence.

The front of Hoku’s wispy white bangs were pulled up over the top of his head, tied together in a silly looking tuft. The sight made Vivi want to chuckle, but he withheld it for now in case Hoku just started making fun of him for something else. The artist tended to be quick to bite back with retorts at Vivi if he tried to tease him too much, like stepping on the end of a cat’s tail.

Maybe it means we got closer. Vivi wondered, sighing as he looked over to the side. Or not.

The air was cool outside, another sign of their closeness to Alabasta’s own climate. Hot, rolling sun throughout the days and dark, cold nights across the endless expanse of sand and rolling desert. A sight and sensation Vivi never got sick of, not once, only missing it more as he got closer and closer to home.

Hoku shifted a bit to make room for Vivi underneath the tangerine tree. Vivi smiled a bit at that, trying not to get too hopeful and lowering himself down and getting comfortable beside Hoku, carefully stretching out his legs and watching how his legs stretched out just a bit further than Hoku’s.

Hoku’s feet weren’t as scratched up or scarred as Vivi thought they’d be. Well-protected by the sturdy, worn material of his boots sitting on the other side of him. Hoku’s hands were a different story though. Calloused, smoothed over, and then calloused all over again, only soft at the fingertips.

“It was getting too stuffy in the room,” Vivi said. Hoku snorted. “I wanted a bit of air.”

“Told you to just take the hammock outside,” Hoku said, pointing his pencil at the hammock he’d drawn from sheets and set up between Nami’s tangerine trees. Vivi raised a brow in amusement. “Nothing can beat a good hammock under the fresh air.”

“What do you do when it rains?”

“Just draw a tarp or a big umbrella, what else?”

Vivi laughed, a soft, elegant sound. Hoku rolled his eyes, turning his focus back to his sketchbook. Vivi watched his slender fingers move in silence, taking in the careful strokes and quick shifts of Hoku’s finger across the pages. He was never one for drawing or artistic crafts, but Vivi sometimes felt like he could watch Hoku do this forever.

Hoku loved what he did. He always looked like he loved down what he did.

Vivi wondered how much of that love Hoku could see himself.

“You’d die for your country, right? That’s good. I’ll lend you a life then if you need it.”

Their shoulders pressed against each other, warm still, from the earlier sunlight. Vivi idly rubbed the back of his neck, staring at the small space between his and Hoku’s legs before he quickly turned them away. Vivi winced, realizing his eyes landed instead on the bare expanse of Hoku’s stomach, left exposed from the shortness of the tight white turtleneck he wore, showing off the lean, taut muscle.

Vivi’s eyes quickly shifted to the side of Hoku’s face instead, quietly following the red ink pattern blended into his skin, curving softly around his eye. Vivi almost laughed again, realizing normally Luffy didn’t let him get away with looking this long.

“Tell me about Alabasta.”

Vivi blinked, looking up in confusion. Hoku didn’t look up at him, never taking his eyes off the page. “Go on, anything. Or you could just give me a bit of blood too.”

“Alabasta?” Vivi said. Hoku nodded, once. “I—well, is there a reason—”

“Don’t have too if you don’t want to,” Hoku said, sketching absently at the bottom of the page. “Up to you. Running out of ideas.”

Vivi kept silent for a moment, thinking it over. Hoku was warm beside him, reminding Vivi of the first rays of sunlight in the morning, not too warm, just barely there and gone in a blink. Hoku smelled like ink, a hint of iron and something else, like a flower maybe underneath the heavier smell of tangerines all around them. 

“Guess I’ll just draw Usopp,” Hoku muttered.

Vivi quickly straightened, clearing his throat before he started to speak, a little hurried at first. “It’s a lot larger than people realize. Across the desert it seems like it stretches as far as the ocean, but there’s all kinds of small spots that mark what’s what. The towns are all different, unique in their own way and filled with history.”

“Okay, tell me about one.”

“Alubarna—it’s where I grew up,” Vivi quickly continued, trying to keep Hoku’s attention on his words, on his home. Hoku’s pencil lightly shifted over the paper. “So big, a small child could easily get lost in the columns, fit right behind them.”

“What were you like as a kid?” Hoku mused. Vivi brightened.

“I, well, I wasn’t quite the picture perfect image for a prince. I got into trouble a bit and fought with some of the local kids, but we also became friends! I followed my father around—”

“You look more like your mom or your dad?” Hoku asked.

Vivi hesitated a second before saying softly, warmly, “My mother.”

Hoku’s lips curled up into a crooked smile. Vivi stared at it a bit in wonder. “Me too.”

Vivi felt the words gathering up at his throat. He tried to figure out the most elegant way to say it, to ask— “What was your home like? What were you like as a child, Hoku?”

“Keep going,” Hoku said softly.

“T-The palace is grand and white, huge, swirling columns and massive statues of Alabasta’s guardian deities stand in front of it,” Vivi said, hoping his chance would come again. “I think people from Artopoki were paid years ago to help build them.”

“Oh~” Hoku said. “Must be real good then. Keep going.”

Vivi’s voice grew smoother, warmer as the memories came flooding back to him in perfect clarity. They appeared, bright as day and perfectly clear in all their entirety, as if he’d never left the sand and the smell of the sun and the dry, warm heat. Hoku’s hand continued to move, quick and effortless across the page and Vivi followed it with a sort of hypnotic ease, feeling his shoulders unwind, his back relax. Hoku’s warmth didn’t disappear beside him.

“I love Yuba too,” Vivi said slowly. “My best friend is there... Yuba’s a great center of commerce and life...”

“What are the seasons like?” Hoku murmured.

“Always warm,” Vivi mumbled, his eyes drooping a bit. He tried to shake his head awake. “But the nights get cold... you might... like it...”

“Keep going,” Hoku said, soft by his ear. Vivi continued, mumbling the words out, his eyes drooping a bit. He tried to keep going, feeling the heavy, heavy fatigue pulling at his eyes.

Vivi could feel the sun behind his eyelids, warming his skin. He wondered if Hoku wouldn’t mind the heat too much. He said he liked the sun, right? Hoku had never tried food from Alabasta either. Would he like the palace baths? Maybe not, since Hoku didn’t seem fond of water. There was a lot Vivi wanted to show him, lots and lots.

More of my home... would you like to see it?

Hoku waited a few more minutes until the soft sound of Vivi’s breathing filled his ears. He sighed in amusement through his nose, shifting his shoulder under the weight of Vivi’s head resting on it. Hoku snorted, ripping out the page in his book and folding it up, tucking it into the waistband of Vivi’s pants.

Hoku debated his options for a bit until the silky ends of Vivi’s hair started to tickle his chin, the soft warmth of Vivi’s breath against his neck. Hoku rolled his eyes. Look at this guy.

Hoku carefully maneuvered Vivi’s head onto the soft grass, standing up. He took a moment, considering Vivi’s poor looking figure on the lonely floor before he finally threw a quickly drawn blanket over him. Vivi shifted, groping around on the grass and Hoku tossed a body shaped pillow down beside him too, watching with a snort as Vivi wrapped his arm around it and sighed, content.

Hoku rolled his eyes again, lightly nudging Vivi’s slumbering form with his foot before hopping into his own hammock with a satisfied sigh, grinning up at the stars as he shut his eyes.

“Sleep tight, prince charming—hngh?”

Hoku let out a garbled shout, a strong tug ripping him entirely out of his hammock and back onto the grass. He tried to sit up, hissing at the pain in his back when a sudden weight tossed itself over his stomach, pinning Hoku back flat to the ground. His eyes bulged from his head, jerking over to where a completely knocked out Vivi was sighing in deep content, the crease in his brow relaxing as he tightened his arm around Hoku and let his cheek rest on Hoku’s shoulder, snuggling up to him.

Hoku experimentally pried at Vivi’s arm, wheezing in surprise at the young man’s grip. Goddess!

Hoku scowled, grumbling in discontent. He threw his arms behind his head, cushioning it and shutting his eyes with a sigh. I’ll just wait till he lets up. When he wakes up tomorrow he’s gonna get it.

A few minutes passed and Hoku’s own brows relaxed a bit, body growing slack as sleep overtook him. Somewhere along the way Vivi shifted, one hand sleepily guiding Hoku’s head to rest on his chest while the blanket was strewn over them, Vivi’s arm returning to encircle Hoku’s shoulders.

Hoku muttered something in his sleep while Vivi let out a relaxed sigh, looking pleased.

- Luffy threw a fit in the morning, Vivi hid his face in his hands and Hoku simply packed up his hammock and decided he’d set up camp up in the crow’s nest

(this was more fun to write than i expected hahahaha, i get such student council president and lazy, not really a delinquent but unmotivated, complicated art student dynamics from these two)

[the-conglomerate]

Need me sm eldrich Gio, Sfw/nsfw don’t care, u learning bout it, tentacles (classic), dream sex, u blindfolded cause looking at him in his non human form could drive you mad u feel too many mouths too many hands u can’t tell which ways up ny more, him whispering to u in The Old Tounges and while yes u get a headache if he overdos it with the right balance u get this spike of fear tinted arousal, ur squishy human brain knows it shouldn’t be hearing this

Okay, so this isn’t COMPLETELY what you wanted, but it’s something that’s been in my drafts for a while that I’ve shared with the discord previously.

Cici one of the clones owned by @yankyo​

Fic by @pastelnacht​

SFW

The Test

On principle, the Dons were not really fond of tests of character. They believed above all else that actions spoke louder than words. They trusted you to say how you felt, to come to them during any time of need, to be honest with them no matter what the situation. Yes, they believed in you... mostly. 

Gio was the hardest to fully trust you. Yes, Scarabee’s alligator let them know how deeply you loved and cared for them but there was something that was yet to be uncovered. You knew they were demons. You knew that they were immortal, cursed, aligned with powers beyond what your human brain could fully comprehend.

And that was the problem- you could not comprehend the scope of what being with them actually meant. Gio sat in his office, talking to the corner of the room where a figure moved slightly. 

“Gli altri saranno furiosi se lo scopriranno.” the figure said, it’s voice distorted and echoing. 

“Sono disposto a correre questo rischio.” Gio replied firmly. Yes, the others would not be happy about this but they would also never be able to understand. They had been humans before, they knew what they were. The other Dons had grown so fond of you, yet had been hiding so much of themselves for your sake. Gio knew that they were terrified of pushing too hard, showing you what lies beyond their forms. 

Gio wasn’t human. Without you understanding that, your love meant nothing. You may have cared now, with their human forms and power and money, but what happens when you see them stripped of that? 

“Non lo farai da solo?” The figure pressed on and Gio shook his head. “Codardo.”

“Non dimenticare a chi ti stai rivolgendo. Ti bandirò se necessario.” Gio hissed back. But he knew they were right, Gio was a coward. He could not do it himself, not to you. The figure just shrugged and stepped out of the shadows. They were now the same height as you, their face currently younger looking than the Dons’, dressed in the same suit. Their hair flowed behind them, slicked back, and their eyes were rounder, seemingly glowing yellow in the dark. 

The other Dons’ had not spoken much to his Cici, and for good reason. Gio was fully aware of how unnerving they were, which only made sense. After all, Cici was the part of him that was most comfortable with being a demon. Cici was fully aware of who and what they were and they didn’t care, and that was scary to those who had been human before. Thousands of years without humanity packed into one clone, and it showed. Had anyone besides Gio been in the room, the air would have shifted, become colder, but Cici was part of Gio and so their effect on the world had no effect on him. 

Cici said no more words as they exited the room, leaving Gio to do nothing but wait. 

---

It was late when you entered the shower, having had a long day with Bajo playing in the dirt of his garden. Your shower was quick, too tired to indulge very much. You wanted to simply wash off the dirt and sweat and crash in bed. Perhaps you’d just sleep in your own room tonight. As much as you loved the boys, they could move around too much, or snore, or wake you by wanting sex. Most nights you didn’t mind, but after today you were beat and just wanted to go to sleep. 

You stepped out of the bathroom, clad only in a towel and were about to make your way to your room when you turned and gasped, nearly jumping out of your skin. A figure appeared in front of you, much closer than you would have liked at the moment. Their eyes were level with yours, glowing brightly and their smile was wide and sharp. Goosebumps appeared on your skin, and unease filled you. Though you had just got out of the shower, you were starting to feel cold under their gaze. 

“C... cici?” you asked, and they just continued to smile at you. You had not met Cici, well, this Cici at least. This Cici belonged to Gio, you could tell by the suit. Out of all the clones, this one was the very last to make an appearance to you. Gio had always been hesitant about letting his clone come out and meet you, and you never pushed or asked why. But now, with Cici right in front of your face and staring at you, you had an idea why. “Did... did you need to use the bathroom?” you asked, feeling stupid for your question. 

They just stared at you more, their grin never moving. Your shoulders were shaking, when had they started shaking? The longer you looked into their eyes the more unnerved you became. 

“Can I... help you?” you gulped, voice cracking. Why was your voice cracking? It was just Cici, it was just part of Gio! What reason did you have to be afraid?! Glowing eyes bore deep into yours and you felt as if the whole world was crumbling around you. Staring at them, you felt like you could see something your brain couldn’t possibly comprehend. There was darkness in those glowing eyes, and that darkness was waiting to consume you. 

“Are you afraid?” They asked, the voice they carried seemed to echo in a million languages in your head. 

“N.. no.” you lied. Their grin vanished. You blinked and their face changed. 

You screamed. 

Their face was beyond description, but in those two seconds that you saw what they had become you felt your whole world shatter. You knew they weren’t human, you knew that Gio was the least human of all, but now it clicked. What Cici had shown you was beyond humanity, beyond anything you’d see in a horror or sci-fi movie. In two seconds, Cici had shown you what the others had tried to protect you from, what they had tried to warn you about. 

Tears streamed down your face and you were shaking hard. You felt sick, you felt horrified, you tried to grasp hard onto what you had just seen and let it go at the same time. 

“Are you afraid now?” They asked again, their expression more neutral but the air around them unchanging. 

You fell to your knees in front of them, shaking hard and unmoving. Cici sighed, they expected this much. They looked at you with pity, thinking of how fragile you were and how stupid it was of the Don’s to have gotten involved with yet another human. They would help though, they’d send Wasp, Ren, and Jay to start packing up your things. They doubted you’d even say goodbye, leaving Gio to explain what had happened. You’d be shell-shocked for days, most likely. 

“Yes.” 

They raised an eyebrow looking down at you, now that was unexpected. You could still talk after seeing just a fraction of their True Form? Their surprise grew as you reached out, the towel going slack on your back as you grasped onto their pant leg.

“I’m... I’m scared.” your voice was so weak, so fragile, and yet stronger than Cici had ever heard from a human. To admit your fear.... It was something to be admired. 

“I’m scared. I’m t-terrified.” you gasped through shaking breaths. “But... Ci... Cici... please don’t go.” 

They sank to their knees immediately and tilted your head up. Their face had settled on a defaut of theirs, a softer and younger looking version of Gio’s form. “Keep talking.” they said, their eyes softer now as they met yours. 

“I’m sca-scared but I don’t wanna... I don’t wanna lose you all!” you cried, grasping at their arm. “I know... I know why you did this. But please don’t- please don’t send me away!!” You were ugly crying, your face covered with tears and snot and still Cici pulled you into their arms tightly. You collapsed into them, crying harder than you’ve cried in years, the whole time Cici held you and rubbed your back. This wasn't what they were expecting at all, they expected you to want to leave immediately, to abandon them the way so many of the others had in the past. 

They hold you until you’re quiet and they kiss your forehead softly, removing the face you had just seen from memory. You would remember that you had seen something, but to burden you with the memory was more than any human could take. Besides, you had proved yourself more than strong enough without the chance of nightmares for the rest of your life. 

“We will not send you away, il mio amore più caro.” they whispered as you relaxed in their arms, without the memory of what you had seen, you were becoming calmer now. They picked you up in their arms and carried you back into your room, holding you until you fell asleep. Cici ordered Wasp to stand guard and make sure no one bothered you that night, and had Jay sleep next to you. In the morning he was sure that the news would break of what Gio had asked of them but for now you deserved rest. 

Gio had heard the scream, and though every instinct had told him to run to you he stopped himself. He paced around his office, the tips of his hair swapping faster than Chameleons’ as worry, anger, and a million other emotions ran through his head. 

When Cici entered, Gios’ head snapped in their direction and he opened his mouth before Cici held up a hand. 

“è passata.” they said, and Gio walked to his desk and collapsed in his chair, feeling dizzy from Cici’s words. You had really passed....? You saw what they really were and... didn’t run away?

Cici walked up to the desk, a fire in their eyes that Gio had never seen before. Cici looked... angry? 

“Se le farai del male, farò soffrire tutti.” Cici hissed. Though their mouth said it in Italian, the words passed through Gio’s ear in a dead language that only he knew. The first language, the one that he made for himself before humanity even started. Cici was serious, more serious than they had been in a millenia. Gio could only nod in agreement, this was too far. He knew that he would already be punished by the others but that was fine. Cici however, was the one that could ever truly scare him with a punishment. After all, who could punish Gio better than himself?

Happy with the response, Cici vanished back into the shadows leaving Gio alone once again. Tears formed in his eyes, a mixture of happiness and relief. Tomorrow he would worship you, give you the world and more if you asked for it. No, that wasn’t enough. He’d worship you the next week, the next month, the next century if you’d allow it. Scarabee had his God, but Gio? Gio had you now, and he would devote himself a million times over if it meant that you’d continue to stay by his side. 

[seasonofthegeek]

The Perfect Partnership, Part 3

This drabble was requested by @siefa on ko-fi. Thanks so much for the support!

Parts 1, 2, 3:

“I forgot how exhausting it is looking at new apartments.” Adrien and Marinette followed the realtor, Caroline, up to the second floor on the latest building they were touring. “Even without the stairs.”

“Doesn’t help that the elevator looks like it hasn’t worked in a few decades,” Marinette agreed. 

“Yeah, this place will have to be mind-blowing to not immediately get knocked off the list, which I’m doubting. What did you think about the three bedroom in that brick building?”

“Was that the third or fourth one?”

“Fourth, I think. Wait, maybe I’m thinking of the second one.”

“No, the second building had that weird gray panelling up the side,” she reminded him. “And the kitchen with no sink. Definitely not that one.”

“Oh, yeah. The third then.”

Caroline turned to them with a politely expectant smile. “Sorry for the inconvenience. Thankfully, your private elevator landing is on the second floor so it isn’t too much of a walk up.”

“Private elevator?” Adrien and Marinette exchanged surprised looks.

“Mr. Agreste did express a desire for a nicer place in a-- how did you put it?-- less stuffy location than the first set I’d shown you.” The polite expression stayed in place but there was a definite strain in the older woman’s voice.

Marinette tried not to smile when she saw Adrien blush. 

“Ah, sorry. I didn’t mean to make your job harder. I just...we’re not...” He looked to Marinette for help and she bit her lip to keep from laughing. He narrowed his eyes but amusement twinkled in them.

“I grew up in a house that was much too big simply for the sake of looking wealthy,” Adrien continued, lifting his chin. “I don’t want anything else like that, but I value privacy.”

“I think this might be something along the lines of what you’re looking for then.” The elevator doors opened and the realtor gestured inside. “Shall we?”

They rode up in relative silence, the cables above them creaking softly as they ascended. Marinette counted the floors as they lit up on the panel until they reached the top. “Thirteen? A lot of buildings skip to fourteen.”

Caroline visibly stiffened. “Well, yes. Though only superstition, I’m afraid that’s one of the reasons why this place hasn’t shown well. Some residents in the building are sure the penthouse is the cause of bad luck through the facility and have petitioned the manager to change the floor to fourteen.”

“Seems silly.” Adrien stepped off the elevator first as the doors opened and peered around the large space. 

“Thirteen’s my favorite number anyway.” Marinette joined him and let out a pleased gasp. “Look at all the windows! Everything is so bright.”

He watched her with a dopey fond expression as she walked along the wall of windows. “I know how much you like natural light. If only there were skylights too.”

“Oh, there’s one in the bedroom,” Caroline interjected. “You’ll have access to the roof as well. With a little work, it could be a nice lounge area or garden.” The realtor seemed reinvigorated by Marinette’s obvious interest in the space. “The door is right off the master bedroom and the angle of the building allows for total privacy. A wonderful starter for lovesick newlyweds. Very discreet.”

Marinette turned away from the windows to look at the other woman with wide eyes. 

Adrien cleared his throat. “Right. Uh, so you’d mentioned a petition from other residents. Is it just because of the number thirteen? That seems odd.”

“Well, to be quite honest, there are some who think this apartment is haunted.” Though she looked a little ashen, Caroline laughed too loudly. “Obviously that’s ridiculous, but as I said, some are superstitious.”

Marinette joined Adrien’s side once more. “Why would people think it’s haunted?”

“It’s an old building. There is settling and creaky pipes from time to time. Not that it should dissuade you from this property. I can assure you that all the amenities are fully functioning and there is a handyman onsite.” She pasted on a brilliant smile. “Would you like to see the master bedroom?”

___

“You liked the haunted place the best,” Adrien teased, reaching for a chip on Marinette’s plate. “You can admit it.”

“I still don’t believe it was haunted. It was really pretty, but I don’t know if I want to live somewhere people are going to be petitioning against.” She ran her own chip through a dollop of sauce. “Besides, it only had the one bedroom.”

“Oh, yeah.”

“I mean, there was a living room and a parlor area so there’s plenty of space,” she continued. “It’s still bigger than either of our places. And all the windows were gorgeous. I really liked the roof area too.”

“And the closet was big enough for both of us.”

“Yeah.”

“We could get bunk beds.”

Marinette frowned and looked up to see the smirk on her best friend’s face. She balled up her napkin and tossed it at him. “We are not getting bunk beds in our twenties.”

“The first place had two bedrooms, if that’s important to you.”

She pursed her lips and kept her eyes on her food. “Are you saying it doesn’t matter to you? I mean, if we have separate bedrooms or not?”

Adrien straightened in his seat. “I want you to be comfortable. You know I like having you around so I wouldn’t mind it, but I don’t want you to feel like we have to share a room. We saw a few two and three bedroom places today and I can always request more viewings.”

“But it really wouldn’t bother you for us to share a room?”

He ducked his head shyly. “No. Not really. We could get a big bed if that’s a concern.”

“What about changing clothes?”

The blush flared across his cheeks even as Marinette flushed from her own question. “Well, the bathroom was right off the bedroom and the closet was plenty big to change in.”

“Yeah, I guess. Um, but what if you met someone and, uh...” Marinette tried to force the question out. She needed to be smart about this. They weren’t really in a relationship. She couldn’t take some expectations for granted. “What if you want to bring someone back home with you?”

“That won’t happen.” His brow furrowed. “I wouldn’t do that.”

“But--”

“We’ve already talked about this.”

“I know. I’m just--”

“Do you really think I’m going to marry you and that won’t be enough for me? I don’t need anyone else.” He sunk down in his chair and scowled at his plate. “If you don’t want to do this, please just tell me now.”

“Adrien, I think it’s important for us to figure this out. It’s not exactly conventional what we’re doing.” She was trying to stay calm but she could feel panic rising up inside her. 

“Cards on the table?” he asked, voice quiet. “You want us to say everything we think and feel before we go any further?”

She glanced around the crowded cafe and frowned. “Yes, but maybe not here and now.”

He stood, the feet of the chair scraping against the tiled floor as he pushed away from the table. “Let’s go back to my place then,” he offered, “and get this done.”

Marinette followed him out of the restaurant and felt like she’d missed something important. He was acting as if she’d already called the whole thing off. Maybe he could tell how she felt and it was making him nervous. Maybe he knew that she was head over heels in love with him and he was scared it would mess things up between them.

It was probably for the best.

She miserably fell into step beside him and didn’t bother trying to speak, and somehow it was even worse that he didn’t either.

___

“You’re agitated.” Marinette watched Adrien pace in front of the television. 

“I’m not,” he snapped.

“Okay, sure.”

He paused to glare at her but the anger was short-lived and his expression became more timid than livid. “I’m...I think I’m nervous, that’s all. I don’t really know what to say or I guess how to start if we’re going to really talk about this.”

She was nervous too. She felt like her heart was lodged firmly in the center of her throat and if she wasn’t careful, every lovey dovey feeling and thought she had about him was going to spill out of her mouth before she had a chance to stop herself. She cleared her throat in an effort to keep her sanity and a thought occurred to her. 

“Is this about Gabriel?”

Adrien froze in the path he’d been making in the area rug and turned to look at her. “What?”

She fidgeted with the blanket in her lap. “Well, I know he set the rule on the trust fund that you had to be married in order to get the money and I know he doesn’t exactly like me so I was wondering if maybe that’s why you’re upset. Or is that why you asked me? To get back at him or something? I don’t mind, I just...” She trailed off, not sure how to finish her thought. A sick feeling was bubbling in her stomach at the idea.

“I...that’s not...” Adrien shook his head in frustration. “I don’t care what he thinks and he has no say in anything. He set the condition and I’m following it. It’s the last thing and then I’m free of him.”

“Okay.”

“And besides, this isn’t about him. This is about you and me. You’re the most important person in my life and if it was just me, I wouldn’t want his money, but if it’s for us, it feels...I don’t know. Is it petty to say vindictive?” He ran his hand through his hair and gave her a helpless look. “It’s about me and you.”

Marinette let herself relax a little and patted the space on the couch beside her. Adrien joined her without need of any further prompting and she lifted the blanket so he could snuggle in beside her. He curled all his height around her as much as he could on the couch and pressed his cheek against her shoulder. He was always so warm. Marinette took in a deep breath and let it out slowly. She hadn’t realized just how tense she was until the moment she knew she could relax. She worked her arm out from between them and reached around his shoulders so she could put her hand in his hair. Adrien snuggled in closer as she did.

“I’m sorry I brought him up.”

“It was a valid concern,” he sighed quietly. “Without you, I’d probably still be...”

“But you aren’t.” She lightly scratched at his scalp and felt him melt a little more against her. She’d known Adrien for so many years. She’s gotten to see him change and grow. She watched him transform from a child who wanted to please his father no matter what the cost into a young man who realized his own self worth. She was proud of him, but she knew that his transformation hadn’t happened without a few scars along the way. “You’re free now.”

“Sometimes I forget,” he admitted in a whisper. 

“Then I’ll always be here to remind you.”

He found her other hand under the blanket and linked their fingers. “That’s why I want us to get married.”

She wasn’t sure what to say to that so she didn’t respond with words. She simply squeezed his hand and held him tight and reminded herself that there were many different shades of love and all of them concerning Adrien were beautiful. 

Buy me a cherry coke?

[shipmistress9]

HW2020 -- 6: Falling Slowly

Part 6 of my Hiccstrid week 2020.

Hiccup and Astrid have been best friends ever since they could remember, and nothing would ever change that. But why is it then that all she craves is his arms around her and that his smile suddenly makes her heart flutter? 

. o O o .

I'm sorry. I thought I could do this alone, but I was wrong... I need you! Please?

Chewing on his lip, Hiccup’s gaze wandered from the message on his phone's display to his partially hidden coworker and then back to his phone again. This didn't come unexpected, not really, but… Damn! 

"Eret?"

"Yeah?" came the muffled reply from beneath the car.

"I need to ask you for a favour."

Eret grunted, then pushed himself back into Hiccup's view, one eyebrow raised. "That sounds ominous. What's up, buddy?"

"Could you take over the rest of my shift?" He hated to ask, but there really was no other choice.

"Uh…" Eret glanced at the other car parked in 'Gobber's Workshop', the one Hiccup had been about to check for necessary repairs. "I guess I could? Care to tell me why though? Did something happen?"

Again, Hiccup gnawed at his lip before giving a slight shrug. "Well, no. Nothing life-threatening or something. I just got a message from a friend and… and I've gotta go and check on her."

"Her?” Eret's eyebrow rose even higher, a smirk tugging at his lips. “I didn't know you had a girlfriend. Why have you never mentioned her?"

Hiccup rolled his eyes. He could point out that this specifically was why he’d never mentioned Astrid. Eret certainly wasn't the first to draw this conclusion. The wrong one... He sighed. "She's not my girlfriend," he corrected, even as the words left a strange aftertaste. "We’re just friends. Best friends. We know each other since we were toddlers and kinda grew up together. Hiding beneath tables at garden parties and pretending to be adventurers and all that." A fond smile crossed Hiccup's face at those memories, but it disappeared directly again. "Anyway… she's having a rough day. I need to see how she's doing. Comfort her."

Now, Eret's smirk grew even broader, his eyebrows waggling. "Comfort her, eh? I've heard that one before."

"Not like that," Hiccup clarified, grimacing. Things between him and Astrid weren’t like that. He hesitated for a second, then added, "Five years ago today, her parents died in a car crash."

From one moment to the next all smugness left Eret's face. "Oh, shit. Ah, sorry, man. I didn't mean to… Yeah, I can take over your job there, no problem. I didn't have any plans today anyway. Go, she needs you more than I do." 

"Thanks, I owe you one." 

. o O o .

After a short detour to the local supermarket, Hiccup let himself into Astrid's flat. He had a spare key to her place, just like she had one to his. 

"Astrid?" he called, worried, as he placed the bag with his shoppings in her kitchen.

"I'm here." Her voice was small and weak, coming from her bedroom.

Without thinking twice about it, Hiccup went toward her, finding her wrapped in her blanket, and climbed onto her bed next to her to take her into his arms. It wasn’t strange, not for them; they were so used to close contact. How often had they danced together at a club, just for fun? He knew everything about her, knew the scent of hair and that silvery clip she used to keep it out of her face.

But still… When she crawled right into his embrace, huddling against his chest without a word, something inside him fluttered. For the rest of the world, Astrid Hofferson was this incredibly tough woman who could take on everything, and Hiccup admired her for that. But she also had this other softer side, sometimes playful and sometimes vulnerable. A side she showed to nobody, not even to her occasional boyfriends – to nobody but him.

For a while, they stayed like this, neither of them speaking and the only noises his calm breathing and her occasional sniffling. Her near-silent tears seeped into his shirt, leaving a considerable wet spot as he stroked her back.

“I went to the graveyard,” she whispered eventually after what easily could have been an hour of companionable and comforting silence.

Hiccup nodded against her hair, waiting for her to go on. In the previous years, he’d accompanied her on these visits so he knew how emotionally loaded they were for her. 

“At first, it was okay. I told them what I’d been up to over the last few months. But then…” She trailed off and gave a helpless shrug. “It became all too much,” she went on in a thick voice. “I felt so alone and… and I miss them so much!” She wrapped her arms around him, pulling herself closer to his chest.

Hidden between her golden tresses, Hiccup grimaced. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there,” he murmured. 

Astrid shrugged again. “It’s okay. You had to work.”

Hiccup’s grimace deepened but he didn’t say any more. He’d offered to take the day off to support her. but she’d declined. Had said that she’d manage a day without him, that she would be fine. 

He should have known better. 

But this wasn’t the moment to argue about who’d been right. Astrid became fidgety and he knew that she was done wallowing. What she needed now was a distraction. 

“So, I went shopping before I came here,” he announced in a lighter tone as he let his arms drop and sat back to look her in the face. “I brought ingredients for lasagna, cola, and snacks; how about a movie night? And a hot chocolate for afterwards?”

Astrid’s face lit up in a beautiful way as she beamed at him. “That sounds perfect!” Then she frowned. “I’m out of chocolate powder though.”

Hiccup grinned. “Don’t worry, I brought that, too.”

“The butterscotch flavoured one?” she asked hopefully, actually squealing a little when he nodded and threw her arms around his neck. “You’re the best!” 

. o O o .

Still wrapped in her cuddly blanket, Astrid stood in the doorway to her little kitchen and watched Hiccup do his magic. In the three years she’d been living here now, he’d cooked here far more often than she had. 

Today, something was different though. The sight hadn’t changed; it was still Hiccup, her lanky best friend ever since she could remember, turning here and there and humming a merry tune to himself. He’d done the same only last week, too. But still, something was different today and she couldn’t pin down what it was. 

No, that was a lie. Somewhere deep inside her, she knew what had changed. That afternoon, when she’d stood at her parents’ grave and somehow had missed Hiccup’s comforting arm around her more than anything else, something had shifted inside her. And right now, as she watched him cook for her after he’d dropped everything to comfort her before, it was shifting even more. And more still as they devoured delicious pasta, watched some stupid movie, and imbibed happiness in the form of hot chocolate in her favourite flavour. 

“You’re unusual cuddly today,” Hiccup noted after the movie had ended. He didn’t sound annoyed though, his arm comfortably around her shoulders. “Is everything all right?” 

Astrid paused for a moment, then nodded. “Yeah, I’m good. Thank you, for everything.”

No, she couldn’t say what had changed, why his soft smile, the same he’d given her for all their lives, suddenly made her heart flutter. 

Not yet. 

But she would get there.

. o O o .

As so often, this one was inspired by a song. But it's an older German song and I doubt many know it. Congrats if someone recognises it though. ^^

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[peterpstuff]

Can I kiss you?

Pairing: Peter Parker x Stark!reader Request: Yes Super sappy prompts #7 with peter!! “Can I kiss you?” Warnings: just one swearing word

You were an avenger and also Tony Stark´s oldest daughter. You really didn´t have any powers but your dad had made you a suit for yourself after years of begging. You grew up with the rest of the avengers being around; you could consider them your aunts and uncles at this point. Everyone was glad that you would finally join them and kick asses by their side.

When Peter joined the avengers you were happy, happy that there was actually someone your age and not twenty years older than you. So you both being the youngest avengers quickly kicked it off. Peter would often go by the compound so that you both could hang out; watch a movie or play videogames was your favorite thing to do. And when it came to missions you´d always be paired up. You had amazing chemistry together, knowing what the other one was going to do and how to complement the attack, goofing around making jokes and giving pop culture references.

"Hasta la vista, baby."

“Terminator, good one”

"Say hello to my little friend." While you suited up.

“That was SO cool!” Peter would say

"At my signal, unleash hell."

“Pretty cool one”

“Now!”

“What? Y/n wait!”

Tony was happy that you had found such a good friend; he liked the kid more than he´d like to admit. He cared about him and knew that he´d be good for you. But it was a completely different thing when he started to develop feelings for you. Tony could see how his eyes would spark whenever you entered a room or how he became nervous whenever you were way too close.

Tony remembers the day he found out about it. You were all in a mission, fighting a hulk lookalike that was apparently from another galaxy. You were flying around the bad guy and shooting him when it suddenly grabbed you and threw you against Peter, making you both fall onto the ground; you were above him. You took you mask to see better if Peter was hurt and he did the same. You were only inches away from each other´s face, both of your heart beats racing not only for the adrenaline but because how close you two were. Tony only took a small glance at the younger avengers.

“Are you okay?” you asked, Peter could feel your breath on his face.

“Y-yeah, I´m fi-ne” he stuttered.

“Kid, are you alright?” you heard your dad talk through your suit, he had been listening to the whole conversation.

“Yes dad, we´re fine” you said as you stood up and helped Peter.

It had been three months from that, Peter was too afraid to mention anything; not only because of his nervousness but because you were Mr. Stark´s daughter and he felt kinda intimidated.

You were now both on the compound, playing videogames. You were both playing Mortal Kombat against each other. It was Peter´s game so you were new to it, not really knowing the kicks and special combinations each character had. You were a terrible loser so when you had lost four times against your friend you started to become frustrated.

“It´s not fair Parker; you know the game better than me”

“You are learning how to lose sweetheart”

The nickname came out of his mouth before he realized what he said; your cheeks were a shade of red as you turned your face so that he wouldn´t see it.

“Here, let me show you some attacks” he said as he got closer to you.

When he sat close enough, so that no breeze could go between you both, he wrapped his arms around you; grabbing your hands and the controller. He whispered some combinations in your ears while also helping you press the buttons. When you successfully performed a kick that took almost all of Peter´s character life you turned around and hugged him tight; he hugged you back.

“I did it! Did you see that? I totally destroyed you!” you said once you pulled away from the hug.

You were smiling so big your cheeks were almost covering your eyes and Peter´s heart melted at the sight. Your eyes were sparking with joy and your little laugh made Peter weak. He just stared blankly at you, a smile on his face too; and you noticed his gaze fixated on you.

“Do I have something on my face?” you tried to be funny.

“No, you´re just really pretty” Peter said finding a new confidence inside of him.

“Shut up” you said obviously blushing at his words

“I´m serious” he said as his smile faded, now nervous and scared for your answer.

You were shocked, never have you thought that Peter might have feelings for you. You obviously liked Peter; Thor had mocked you intensely until you realized that you liked him more than just a friend. You both stared at each other, no words coming out of your mouth. Peter slowly leaned forward, your lips almost brushing against each other.

“Can I kiss you?” Peter whispered against your lips

You didn´t reply, you just cut the distance between your lips. The kiss was awkward at first, it was small and short; both of you pulling away too quickly. Then there was a second kiss. Peter´s right hand caressed your cheek and his left one wrapped around your waist; both of your hands were lying on his chest. The kiss was sweet and slow, taking your time to enjoy the feeling of his soft lips on yours. Peter felt a tingling sensation on the pit of his stomach but he really didn´t pay attention, thinking it was joy from getting to kiss the girl that he liked like crazy.

“Hey Peter I got your suit an upgra- WHAT THE FUCK?” Tony said as he saw you both kissing in the couch.

You both pulled away quickly, Peter wanted to disappear.

“Hey dad, nice to see you!” you smiled at him, trying to play dumb.

“You´re in big trouble young lady” he looked sternly at you “and you Parker, come with me. We need to talk about the upgrades” he said while turning around and leaving the room.

“He´s going to kill me” Peter said.

“No he won´t, he´ll try to intimidate you.” You held his hand to comfort him.

“Parker! You better not be kissing my daughter” tony yelled from somewhere.

Peter quickly got up in order to follow his mentor but you pulled him back in the couch.

“You´re gonna be fine” you said as you gave him a small peck on the lips.

You smiled at him and he couldn´t resist smiling back. He kissed your forehead and left.

“Your dad looks pissed, what did you and Peter do this time?” Bruce said as he entered the room and spotting you.

“Let´s just say it´s worse than when we ran away with the suits to fight Sandman by ourselves”

[yellowsugarwords]

Walking Dead Game FanFiction - “The Journey Again”

Title: The Journey Again Characters: Clementine, Javier, Kate, Gabe, David Summary: Clementine, now accustomed to her season 3 team, is asked to share the story of her journey that put her there. Sequel to this fic. Author's Note: I’m so HAPPYYYY with this one :) Requested By: mag18622 support me with ko-fi ♡ ---------♥️♥️♥️----------

Nobody in Richmond knew anything about Clementine’s past, mainly because she refused to talk about it. Anytime anything came up regarding her past life, she grew silent — solemn and still — before excusing herself without reason.

She was hesitant when it came to participating in family events with the rest of the Garcias — seeing as she was an honorary member of the family — and seemed to be awkward and out of place through nothing but her own behaviour.

The only person who had ever heard a glimpse of what Clementine had been through was Javi, hearing her discuss her relationship with Lee in passing. Even then, there weren’t a lot of details disclosed. “He was like a father to me.” was all she’d offered.

“Clementine.”

“Hi Javi,” she said. Her voice was passive, her attention more so focused on doing inventory than on listening to what he had to say.

He hesitated, waiting to see if she paid him any mind. As usual, work was her priority. “Can I talk to you for a second?”

“Is that not what we’re doing right now?”

Javi hesitated, then closed his eyes. Clementine was quick, he always gave her that. “It’s kind of serious.” With that, slowly, she turned. She didn’t abandon the clipboard, merely held it closer to her chest with a brow raised. “I want you to know that you can talk to me.”

Clementine blinked, then furrowed her brows further. “What?”

“You never want to talk about yourself.” Javi pushed, brows knit in concern. “I see the way you act around us, and I can see the way you hate being asked about your past.” He frowned, especially seeing the way Clementine’s shoulders tensed. “I guess I’m just worried. And I’m not forcing you to talk, but--”

“Funny, it seems like that’s exactly what you’re trying to do.” Clementine said, tossing her clipboard down on a table, arms flopping and distraught.

“Clem--”

“Save it, Javi.” She scoffed, turning away and starting for the storage room’s door. “I don’t want to talk. Why can’t you just respect that?” Then, with her retort tossed over one of her shoulders, she swung the door closed behind her, shaking the room.

Javi closed his eyes, defeated, and decided to finish up her inventory work before heading home for the night. Then, when he did, he slid the door silently closed and slumped down at their make-shifty “table” — really a crate with a few plastic chairs surrounding it. At the table sat Kate and Gabe, chatting mindlessly, their chatter seizing as he slumped down beside them.

“Rough day?” Kate asked, riffling in something down by her feet and removing an unopened glass bottle of beer.

Javi eyed it, then her, then cracked it open and took a big swig. “You could say that,” he said, groaning as he felt it hit his stomach.

Just as his bottle was pressed to his lips again, David slipped into their room. While there was still constant underlying tension in the family, they were still that: family. All they had was each other, so they made do with awkward encounters as a means of survival. They needed to. There was no alternative.

Without a word, David reached into the same box by Kate’s feet, pulling out his own beer and popping it open. “Bottom up,” he scoffed, downing half of it in a single swoop. Clearly he too had a long day.

Who could blame it. Running a place as chaotic as Richmond — especially after the Garcias wild entrance — had to warrant him an award all in his own right.

“What happened with you?” Javi asked, leaning back in his flimsy seat.

David sighed, setting his bottle down on their ‘table’. “Another day, more needless squabbles with Eleanor.”

Everyone silently, and understandably, nodded.

Before Kate had a chance to ask for further details — living for any opportunity she had to rip into Eleanor — the front door swung open again and the room fell silent.

Clementine stormed inside, slamming the door shut behind her. Everyone in the room jolted at the sound. They turned to her, spotting the way her fists were clenched, her eyes were averted, and her body was tense. All they could do was wait, and blink, and stay silent. Javi had already upset her earlier in the day, he didn’t want to push his luck and upset her more now.

“Fine.” She finally said. It was all she said, at first. After a moment, finally gathering the courage to look up, she stared Javi dead in the eyes. “I’ll tell you everything.”

There was another moment of pause as Javi reached out, gesturing to the vacant chair off to the side of their small table for four. Gabe anxiously scooched over, pulling the chair up beside him. Clem fidgeted, as though debating her impulse decision, before taking a deep breath and starting forward, popping herself into her seat. She crossed her arms, closed her eyes, and hesitated.

“You don’t--”

“I’m thinking.” She shot back at Gabe, refusing to open her eyes. She took a deep breath — in through her nose, out through her nose — then parted her eyes. “You know only a little about Lee,” she began, staring Javi down across the table. “But you didn’t know that he helped me find my parents. That’s how I learned they were dead. That’s when Lee became like a Dad to me.” She looked away again. “But then he died too.”

The room felt heavy, the air thick and dark. Kate cleared her throat, glancing nervously around the table. “Clementine, you--”

“I fumbled from person to person for a long time.” Clementine said, arms crossing. She leaned back in her seat, attempting to get more comfortable. “Bouncing from person, who died, to the next person, who would die shortly after.” Her eyes were glued to the table, bitterly shaking her head. She was made at the world rather than mad at any particular person.

Javi and Kate eyed each other nervously. Just given the tone of her voice, Javier regretted ever asking her to express further details.

“But then, I found a group.” She said softly, eyes closing in nostalgic remembrance. “They were...so kind. So smart and good. Genuinely good. And they saved me.” She gave a sad smile. “Many times.”

Gabe shifted in his chair. The suddenly movement caused Clementine to turn, her eyes locked to the table, but toward his corner. “What happened to them?” He asked softly.

Clem hesitated, her gaze not wavering, before finally shifting it to the centre of the table. “One of them gave birth to a kid. A boy.” She frowned. “AJ.”

Everyone at the table stiffened. Silent eyes flickering to one another, wavering and hesitant. They really were telling her everything. Every one had always wondered what their connection was.

“But,” she gulped, “his birth caused a lot of problems.” She sat quietly for a moment, contemplating, before releasing a shaky breath. “His mother died, his father was killed, his birth generated attention, his crying generated even more.”

Javier glanced David’s way. Despite feeling his stare, David didn’t budge. He knew what his brother was thinking; he was livid that David dared try to take AJ from her given their history. He didn’t know about it then. He felt a pang of guilt in his chest. He didn’t want to remember it now.

Clem hugged her arms tightly. “Then, one by one, they all died.” She sighed through her nose, opening her eyes and staring ahead, dead into Javier’s eyes. “And that’s it. That’s my story.”

The room stayed silent for a moment, struggling with exactly what it was that they could say.

Finally, Javier cleared his throat and cracked his knuckles. He reached down beside him, sliding a glass beer bottle out of the box, cracking it open, and holding it out to the teen.

She eyed it, frowning, feeling an anxious weight settle on her shoulders. Kenny had always been weird about her drinking. She couldn’t help but feel a little apprehensive.

“Thanks for sharing.” Javi said, passing her a sad smile. “You’ve earned it.”

Then, feeling her shoulders relax, she reached out to take it, her fingers lingering against the glass for a moment before Javi let go. “Thanks.” She said softly.

Reaching down to grab his own, Javi lifted it up, weakly hovering it over the centre of the table. “To family.” He said softly, tipping the bottle of his bottle out, waiting for the rest of his family to engage.

Kate was the first to jump in. Then Gabe, then David, and then, after a teary moment of studying the group, Clementine swallowed her sorrow and did the same.

“To family.” Javi said.

“To family.” Everyone said softly, the sound of glasses clinking filling the air.

He chose not to comment as he watched a single test creep out of Clementine’s eye as she took her first sip. He knew that was worth speeches in itself. ---------♥️♥️♥️----------

[orbitariums]

brain freeze (peter parker x black reader)

brain freeze

     peter watched the clock idly as time went by, eyes glued to the ticking hands on the clock. he was leaning against the counter behind the assortment of ice creams that were protected by glass, and waiting boredly for someone to come in.

     his shift was over soon and he could leave and go home where ned would be awaiting to build the lego death-star with him. but for now he was at scoops ahoy. he didn’t mind it much, working here - who didn’t want to be surrounded by ice cream and happy people eating ice cream all day long? at least, that was what peter thought. it was good to get a normal job experience and a little cash for himself, and to help aunt may. he could still be a regular teenage boy. still, he was working alone today and it was empty in scoops ahoy.

      at least, until you came in.

     peter looked up as the door swung open and a girl walked in with her friends, and there she was, shining in all her glory. her friends were pretty but she was the prettiest, and peter stood up tall when he saw her coming forward. you paid no mind to him, engrossed in cheery conversation with your friends, laughing with your mouth open in a smile and then listening to what they had to say, a cool look on your face signaling that you were listening.

     the whole group of girls weren’t very occupied with their surroundings and especially not with peter, it was as if he wasn’t even there. when peter’s mind had shut down its repetitive cycle of thinking: “wow, she’s so pretty!” or “i look so stupid just standing here in my uniform … what am i saying, she’s not even looking at me. i wish she would”, he quickly realized the girl.

     he knew you as the new girl in town and at midtown high. your name was yn and she was a transfer from a performing arts school in oakland, california where you used to live. how you switched from the arts to tech, peter didn’t know. what he did know was that he missed 90% of the lessons being taught in classes he had with you because he was looking at you, blinded by your beauty. your skin was a chocolate (or dark chocolate) color, blemish-free and radiant, with (insert hair type and color) that complimented your already perfect face. regardless of your height, to peter you stood tall because of your remarkable beauty.

     he spent most times during lessons when he had a class with you either staring at your back or peeking over at you from the other side of the room. you were naturally beautiful and for that, naturally popular, but from what peter could see you were also smart and generally nice to everyone, though also cool-headed and much smoother than peter could ever dream to be. where you delivered words with a calm, soft voice and suave smile, peter stuttered and tripped over the simplest of sentences (unless there was discourse on anything sci-fi or old movie pop culture related.)

     even so, knowing that you were probably a harmless person and it wouldn’t kill to try to be your friend, peter didn’t have the chest to just walk up to you and start a conversation. the only time you’d spoken was when you had to partner up in chemistry. he vaguely remembered you smiling and saying your name, introducing yourself, and him just nodding and nervously mumbling, “peter”, and then you went their separate ways and split up the experiment. so, it wasn’t much of a first impression if an impression at all.

     and now, he was serving you ice cream in the parlor where he worked. and he would have to talk to you, and all your gorgeous friends. and the way he was freezing up now, he wouldn’t try to make conversation with you outside of just taking your order. in fact, he barely even noticed that he was now being waited on, that your friends were staring at him and he was just stuck, his lips slightly parted, eyes glimmering with hope and that giddy anticipation reminiscent of middle school crushes.

      “um, hello?” one of them said, a tan girl who peter knew to be named carmella.

     he cleared his throat abruptly and tore his eyes away from you, suddenly readying himself at the register and straightening up, and his cheeks were already burning at the awkward moment.

     “oh,” peter said. “sorry. uh, welcome to scoops ahoy… ahoy! what would you guys… like to get today?”

     peter found his voice trailing off and his eyes traveling back over to yn inadvertently as he tried to compose himself, failing miserably. a concoction of girlish, knowing giggles emerged from your group of friends as they noticed peter glancing over at you and tripping over himself. they laughed innocently, making peter’s face burn even more red and curse his complexion for making his blushing so easy to see.

     “um, can i get a butter pecan in a cup, please?” another one of your friends named daya started to order, and they all ordered before yn, peter taking them down and whipping up their orders as usual.

     they had all sat down with their ice cream at a table nearby by the time it was your turn to order, and peter’s grew unsteady, his hands getting fidgety, and he was having trouble looking you in the eye.

     “hey,” you said, your velvety smooth voice calm and already reassuring. peter looked into your eyes to find them hard, but somehow comforting. you were speaking quieter so your conversation was private and that was apparent too. and now peter was frozen again, it was like you gave him a brain freeze. “don’t pay attention to my friends, they were just giving you a hard time, but they don’t mean any harm.” you laughed slightly and peter’s heart soared - it was like listening to an angel sing while fairies tittered somewhere beyond. “promise.”

     peter nodded, his body feeling strangled, and his words coming out in a stammer,

     “i-it’s fine, they um… were really nice. no hard times over here.”

     you laughed again and it became apparent to peter that you were laughing at him, though not in a mean-spirited way, but because you found him funny, and that was good. he didn’t know how to talk to pretty girls but at least he knew that much.

     “you sure?” you asked, and peter nodded quickly,

    “uh huh. hundred percent.”

you laughed again, he was so cute and funny to you and you didn’t even know why you were really starting a conversation with him out of the blue. as much as you liked it, you couldn’t help but feel like you were holding him up.

     “i’m sorry, i’m wasting your time. can i get umm, a small chocolate-vanilla swirl, on a cake cone?”

     “soft-serve?” peter asked, his customer service voice kicking in.

     “yeah,” you said, and when you looked up, your eyes were gleaming, making peter’s breath hitch in his throat.

he started to freeze again, but stopped himself this time, glancing down and scratching the nape of his neck, blinking harshly,

     “uhh, will that be all?”

     “yep.”

     “your total is $3.42,” peter announced after handling the register, and you handed him a five dollar bill with ease, peter looking down and noticing your well-groomed nails and how soft your hands looked. “here’s your change.”

he gave you back your change and something in him snapped when he blurted,

     “and you weren’t.”

you cocked her head to the side, confused,

     “weren’t what?”

     “wasting my time,” peter answered, finding the courage in himself to smile at her just a moment,  blissed out when you smiled back.

     “you’re so cute,” you said nonchalantly, as if it were nothing, just a meaningless compliment that would be thrown into the void. but peter’s heart physically panged when you said it and his cheeks went as red as the cherry he put on top of your ice cream, handing it to you with hands that were damn near trembling.

     “th-anks,” he said, his voice cracking.

     his mind was racing, replaying the three words over and over again in his head. he was already preparing himself to never talk to you in school but always remember this moment as one he would cherish, the sole interaction that mattered between the two of you, small but a victory anyway. but he looked up when he noticed you hadn’t yet retreated back to your friends who were all laughing among themselves.

      you were just standing where you had been in front of him, holding your ice cream cone in both hands and gazing inquisitively at him as you licked your ice cream. it took everything in peter for his eyes not to glance down at your lips and notice the clear lip gloss you had on that made your lips look pouty and kissable and shiny, and he did anyway.

     “peter, right?” you said, and for a second he forgot that you too must know him from school, that this was a mutual understanding. peter figured you had just read his nametag until he realized you were actually conscious of his existence.

     “yeah... yeah, peter. peter parker.”

     “peter parker, sounds like a superhero’s name,” you repeated his name and it sounded like ice cream rolling off your tongue - literally.

he smiled softly,

     “yeah, that’s me, heroic as ever. and you’re yn.”

     “c’est moi,” you decided to lean on the counter so you could peer your head in and feel closer to peter, which of course made his heart race like mad, but surprisingly he kept his cool.

     “i’m… peter,” he said, his voice getting lost as he found himself staring into your eyes, realizing too late that he sounded like a cd stuck on repeat.

you giggled loudly, amused by his awkwardness and cute behavior, cooing,

     “yeah, i got that. you’re in my chem class, and you’re like really smart.”

     “oh yeah?” peter laughed to himself and rested his hand down, accidentally popping open the register, scaring himself, and then having to close it abruptly.

     “hells yeah. this one time no one else knew how to balance this precipitation reaction and you did it in like point five seconds. it was pretty impressive,” peter detected the tone in your voice as impressed, admiration even? it was too surreal to fully address.

     “wow,” peter was blown away at the fact that you even noticed his presence in that class. “i mean um, thanks. you’re pretty - smart … too. i mean you’re pretty smart too. and, pretty. but also smart.”

you smiled, although peter was mentally beating himself up for being so rattled,

     “thanks.”

     “um, i like your earrings,” peter said in a desperate attempt to keep the conversation going, though he really did like your earrings, gold hoop ones shaped in a heart.

     “thanks! they were like five bucks at the beauty supply store, i had to cop them. they’re these bamboo heart-shaped hoop earrings. pretty cool.” “yeah,” peter chuckled. “cool.”

     he didn’t mean to sound as careless as he did, it was just that he wasn’t used to talking to pretty girls for a prolonged amount of time, and he was in pure shock at the fact that you of all people wanted to talk to him. like, you were willingly starting and holding conversation and the fact of that was too much to handle.

     “so, have you lived here your whole life?”

     “at scoops ahoy?” peter replied with a question, face palming when he realized you obviously weren't referring to that. “i mean, queens, god. yeah, pretty much. and you-”

     “moved here from oakland, cali. so, kinda california girl meets new york. you know, it’s so different here, but i like it. the people are really nice, despite popular belief.”

     “you must have gotten lucky with the people,” peter joked, and you just smirked,

     “i was talking about you. but, sure.”

     peter paused, taking in what you had just said and how easily the conversation was flowing, mostly thanks to you not being as awkward as he was, and he figured now was his time.

     “um... listen, i know we only really just met and all, but-”

    “just met? peter, i’ve known you for like, a couple months now,” you teased, and he laughed nervously, shaking his head, his curls falling onto his forehead,

   “aha, yeah, right. but we’ve only just met and i was wondering if… if you… maybe wanted to hang out sometime. i-if you want. you definitely don’t have to, but-”

you made a face,

     “we’re hanging out right now.” you caught sight of peter’s fallen face and just chuckled, nudging his arm from the other side of the counter, your touch electrifying him. “peter, i’m kidding!”

     “oh,” he giggled nervously, continuing to scratch at the nape of his neck. “i’m sorry, i-”

     “don’t be,” you commanded, and suddenly he knew not to be. you took a pen from nearby, holding your ice cream in a different hand, and started to scribble something onto a piece of napkin. “here’s my number. call me sometime.”

      peter practically choked on his own spit at the sight and he blinked fiercely, his mind going foggy because he hadn’t yet evaluated what would happen in this particular series of events. he wasn’t sure if it was real or just some sick fantasy waiting to mock him by his sleep, but when he felt the touch of the soft napkin dimpled with pen engravings in his hand he knew it had to be real. you were giving him your number.

     “oh. wow, thanks, this is… i’ll just call you.”

    “that’s how phones work,” you giggled, and his fogginess and shock morphed into excitement and anticipation as he waved the napkin around in his fingers.

     “yeah. i’m not that smart after all,” he said, joyous to hear you laugh again. “god, i know i must look so-”

      “shhh, don’t say anything bad about yourself. look, i gotta go. but call me soon. maybe tonight, we can talk. if you want to.”

     peter’s face lit up like a christmas tree and he beamed at you,

    “yeah, i’ll call you.”

     “cool,” you said, your heart rate increasing just like his did as you walked backward, facing him.

     “cool,” he repeated, under his breath, a smile forever encasing his features.

     “guys, let’s go,” you corralled your friends and they followed, filtering out of the parlor. you continued to walk backwards so you could face peter, “bye!”

     “you look really pretty, by the way. really nice,” peter blurted out of excitement, still finding the need to correct himself.

     this time you were the one whose cheeks got warm,

     “thanks! you too,” you had reached the door by now and you were beginning to turn away. “bye, peter!”

peter said goodbye again and watched as you turned around and walked out the door, joining your friends, all grouped up and laughing with them again. and even with all the conversation you had just had, he still got a brain freeze when you turned around for a second, away from your friends, just to look at him again, a smile on your face, too.

[koolcatkenma]

Tsukkiyama. Tsukki is a vampire and Yamaguchi is his favorite snack. Yamaguchi is down with feeding his bed friend but is normally scared of other vampires. What happens when another vampire also tries to go after Yamaguchi?

btw none of these are beta’d!! so forgive any spelling/grammar mistakes :)

Yamaguchi was quite familiar with the fables in stories that were read to him at a young age. Fairies and werewolves and vampires. But what he didn’t know was that they actually existed, living in the same neighborhoods and attending the same schools. Apparently, there was a set of rules that kept them from showing their true selves to regular humans. But after years of being shielded from this world, he was finally sat down at his own kitchen table, on his 18th birthday, and told that his mother had been a fairy, something akin to a witch. She had magic powers and could fly, but lived a short life after succumbing to human sickness. But that was so long ago.

And the reason he was told this was because they had hoped their son would be born without the magic from his mother. But alas, he was gifted with the power of sight and low-level magic. Human blood coursed through his veins, thanks to his father. But he could see the fable world and control some things thanks to his mother.

Soon after this talk, after it had finally sunk in, Yamaguchi saw things that he hadn’t before. And it was always at night. Shadows too big to be just dogs, smoke that couldn’t be from a fire, sounds that weren’t human. It was about two weeks after this that Yamaguchi finally caved and while sitting on his friend’s bed, everything came spilling out.

After his rant, Tsukkishima just stared at him, silent. The freckled boy worried that he came off as crazy, and he was about to lose a close friend. But before he could open his mouth to apologize, Tsukki leaned toward him and lowered the collar of his shirt. Two small dots decorated his otherwise clean, white skin. And then it suddenly clicked. His best friend, who he had known since he was young, was apart of the world he had just learned about. How could he have missed this?

So many questions came spilling out, his mouth moving faster than his brain. Tsukki just smiled and chuckled.

“How could you not have known? I never tire or sleep at away matches, and I never made any effort to actually cover the bite.”

“But...you age.”

“Vampires now aren’t like the ones in stories. Over the generations, our kind has evolved to age with the humans we surround ourselves with. Recluses and vampire exclusive communities don’t age, but my family has chosen to live amongst humans.” He explained it like it was common knowledge as if Yamaguchi should have known this already. 

He sat back, leaning into the pillows behind him. Tsukki acted as if this was just a regular conversation, returning to the homework splayed out in front of them. But the boy had one more question.

“Do you...do you drink blood?” The words rushed out of his mouth, and he immediately regretted the question. He didn’t want to know the answer.

But again, his friend took it in stride. “We have to, at least once a week. Preferably every day, but the blood supply isn’t always full. We can eat some human foods, such as red meat. But blood gives us the most nutrients.” He turned to Yamaguchi once more.

“But I’ve never drunk straight from a warm body.”

For the rest of the night and most of the week, those words stuck to Yama. They hung in the air. He watched the other people who hung around his friend in class. He could clearly see that they were also vampires. They didn’t try to hide the bite because normal people could not see them anyway. But Yamaguchi did.

Their third year passed by quickly, Yamaguchi being deemed captain and Tsukki becoming the best middle blocker on the team. The pair grew closer as Yama learned more of the world that had opened up to him and always went to Tsukkishima with any questions. By the time University rolled around, the two were close to inseparable. Nobody knew why.

It had happened at the week-long training camp. The third years spent all their time teaching and training younger players from different schools, spending from the crack of dawn until late at night out of the court. The lot was bone-tired, shuffling to their beds and most of them passing out as soon as their head hit the pillow. Yamaguchi knew Tsukki was going to be spending the night reading up for the maths exams next week. He turned to face him and say goodnight when he noticed the beads of sweat on his forehead and the panicked expression on his face. Not wanting to stir the rest of the team, he reached out to him, whispering his worries. Tsukki motioned to the door and they quickly and quietly got up, heading out.

The taller boy ducked into the first closet he saw and pulled his friend in with him. When the door was locked behind them, he turned to Yama, looking more desperate than ever, the worst he had ever seen him.

“I...I need blood.” He panted. The fact that it had been more than a week since his last fill and they had spent every day working out took a toll on the vampire’s body. Yama knew that his friend wouldn’t last the bus ride home tomorrow without any; he knew what he had to do.

He removed his shirt, gripping it tightly. He tilted his head, exposing tanned, freckled flesh. 

“U-use me.” He mumbled, averting his eyes. Without another word, Tsukki’s instincts overtook him. Fangs became visible and Yamaguchi only got a glimpse of them before they were sunk into his neck. He had expected unbearable pain and burning, but it was nothing like that. When his skin broke, it felt like two small pricks, and instead of a burn, it was warmth; steadily growing warmth. Yamaguchi sighed into the feeling, unconsciously dropping his shirt and clutching to Tsukki’s waist for support. His mind went cloudy, the bite feeling good, pleasurable for him almost. And then it happened. After several minutes of feeling this way, his body betrayed him.

He moaned.

Tsukki pulled his fangs out, wiping away stray blood with the back of his hand. Yama cried out at the loss of warmth. Tsukki’s eyes were clouded, but he wasn’t as far gone as Yamaguchi, who gripped him even tighter than before, leaning in to gain just a little bit of the lost warmth back. He was pushed against the door, his friend ushering him into his shirt and out the door, into the dim hallway. The captain stumbled, still trying to attach himself to Tsukki. Eventually, after almost falling face-first into the floor, Tsukki lifted him easily and carried him back to their beds. 

After that night, Tsukki feeding off of his friend became a common occurrence. Before school, before and after matches, when they were in either’s room, alone. Yamaguchi was Tsukki’s favorite snack and his only. College came and they ended up attending the same university, rooming together as well. The feedings eventually included fevered kisses, desperate and full of need. Yamaguchi blamed it on the feeling that came with every bite, and the two never discussed it outside the feedings. 

That was until Tsukki got caught up in class, which left Yamaguchi to walk to their dorm alone. It was close to ten at night, the sky dark and cloudy, threatening rain. He shivered and pulled his jacket tighter around him. He thought he saw shadows out of the corner of his eye, following him, but chalked it up to wind. But of course, it wasn’t. 

The first vampire came up behind him, wrapping one arm around his neck and placing his other hand on his mouth. The second appeared in front of him from the fog, baring his fangs.

Yama couldn’t cry out, couldn’t scream for help. He was powerless against these supernatural beings. And when the first set of fangs sunk into him, he nearly passed out. 

“So sweet, just like how you smelled. Only better.” The man sucked harder, ripping more skin and bruising the surrounding area. This wasn’t the warmth Tsukki gave him.

Before the attacker could take too much, he was ripped from his neck and thrown to the ground in front of him. The vampire behind Yamaguchi released the boy and tried to run, but a flash of blonde hair stopped him, tossing him into the woods like he was just a baseball. Yama crumpled to the ground, drained. Tsukki picked him up, speaking to him but none of the words made sense. He could feel his blood trickling down his neck, and watched it stain Tsukki’s shirt. His fingers went to the spot and looked up.

“Sorry, Tsukki.” He muttered before closing his eyes and succumbing to the dark.

***

 He woke up in his room, in his own bed. It was still dark outside and the room was quiet. He would have thought he was alone if it wasn’t for the person standing at the side of the bed. And when he shifted, hands went to his face. Worried eyes met his own, scanning his face.

“You scared me, Yamaguchi. I didn’t think you’d come back.” Tsukki engulfed him in his arms, tucking his face into the side of his neck that wasn’t wrapped in gauze. The boy immediately felt relaxed, arms reaching out to return the embrace. They stayed like this for a while, Tsukki eventually climbing into bed with him to make the boy more comfortable. Before sleep could pull him back under, Yamaguchi looked up.

“Tsukki...I-I love you.”

The blond placed a kiss on his forehead.

“I love you too.”

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