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queenendless · 5 months

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🎆❣️A Future Bright (Adult!SatoSugu x Adult!Fem!Reader ft Various JJK)❣️🎆

A/n: So short cause I have officially run out of JJK fuel. It might not be the best but I wanted to get something out today so sorry about that. S2 is done. I will miss it and writing for this show. But I need a long ass break from JJK. Like 5 months. Make sense to me.

Referring to everyone by their first names in this, side ships, mainly poly SatoSugu x Adult!Fem!Reader.

And thnx u to everyone whose followed, liked, reblogged and enjoyed my JJK fan content these past few months. Imma work on other anime fanfic content after I take a break. Tbh? I wanna write for BNHA Hawks. He's growing on me. And maybe Demon Slayer stuff with Tengen and his wives. Idk yet, we'll see.

PLEASE DON'T PLAGARIZE STEAL COPY TRANSLATE AND/OR REPOST MY FANFIC WORK. Rather reblog like and follow please and thnx u.

Booths and stalls lined up both sides of various roads.

Rows of lanterns hung from the treelines to the lampposts.

Droves of people flocked. From wearing kimonos to just plain snuggly attire to battle the coldness.

Praying at the shrines to make wishes for the coming year came first.

After that, chaos ensued.

A squealing Nobara hurried over to embrace her lifelong friends Fumi-chan and Saori-chan before introducing them to Maki who was keeping it cool to Nobara's admiration.

Kento brushes something off Yu's scarred cheek only for the younger man to kiss his stern partner fully on the mouth.

A teasing Mai and Momo along with a reluctant but curious Kasumi dragging a stubborn blushing Kokichi off to doll him up with various trinkets and hats they spotted at various booths.

Ieiri and Utahime trying to catch some goldfish at one of those booths. Utahime shouting out her constant success at catching them fishes; her competitiveness shining through, and Ieiri calmly cheering her wife on.

Yuji laughed while Megumi and Junpei smiled at his radiant expression while chowing down on barbecue skewers together.

That was long before your salmon haired boi yelled out in alarm as a heated Todo chased him in his fervent pursuit to drag his brother off to see the Takada-chan's New Year's Eve live special screening at Shibuya crossing.

Noritoshi eating a kebab as Yuki filmed the whole chase beside him, aimed at Choso as he let Yuji jump into his arms and speed off with Todo right at their heels, dust clouds left in their wake.

Riko and Misato shooting darts at a gaming booth all to get the familiar looking, long as hell, rainbow dragon plush to the girls delight.

Atsuya dragged his bae Hiromi by his collar into the nearest bar just to get away from your group and drink to their retired hearts content.

Masamichi and Yoshinobu sharing sake in the place across from said bar.

Yuta kissed both Rika and Toge on their stuffed cheeks as their mouths were full of sweets; mochi cheeks he spotted in his mesmerized gaze.

Right before Panda, carrying plushies by the armful, dumped his winnings all over his ecstatic buddies.

Spotting Toji and Shiu amiss the crowd, eyeing his son as his protective brother instincts creaked out as he played tug of war with Tsumiki who was stubbornly set on kissing a dopey grinning Junpei some more as her lipstick marked his rosey cheek.

Toji snorted at the sight before being dragged off by the arm by Shiu, opting to get a better view, a less crowded spot at that.

Nanako and Mimiko running around with sparklers lite.

Tears filled up your eyes to the brim.

Seeing so much happiness.

So much positivity.

All amassing here.

All in this moment.

Together.

Your mind flashed.

What could have been …

Buildings sliced and diced to mince.

Magma erupts from the streets, encasing all in its range.

A circle of darkness that continues to grow.

No lights.

No life.

Barred from all.

You were getting caught up in your mind too much lately.

Thinking too much, wandering in too deep, letting intrusive thoughts cloud the light.

Your knees trembled, your grip slipping, you wrap around your belly, prepared to not let it get the brunt of the fall.

“Y/n!”

His long raven locks flowed in the breeze. His almond brown eyes are so vibrant and sharp and alive.

“Sugu!” You weeped immediately into his charcoal robes, grasping handfuls of his front, alarming him tremendously.

“Y/n! Be careful! What's wrong!?”

“I'm just so happy we're all together celebrating tonight!” Your waterworks hit him right in the face as he led you two to a bench to rest your bloated sore self.

“Tiredness, mood swings, they do come with pregnancy, love.” Suguru calmly explained as you clung to him, pulling your legs up to rest on the space left on the bench.

“Perhaps we should take you home early. I am terribly sorry if we pushed you too much with coming here … jeez. Now where did Satoru go this time?”

Warping right by your side nearly gave you a heart attack. Even still, you were never quite prepared for Toru's spontaneity.

Getting down on one knee, Satoru tenderly caressed and smooched your clothed bump. “Right here~!”

“Toru!” You yanked the man up by his sleeve, having him sit beside you as well as he draped your legs over his lap as he let you cuddle him and weep in his neck.

His shades titled down to reveal his devoted gaze as he carefully pulled you atop his lap, nuzzling your head as he exchanged smooches with Suguru. “Aww, wifey. It's okay. We're here. Just think. A new year. New hijinks. New possibilities!”

Suguru's head rested on your shoulder as his heated breath made you mewl. “And a new addition to our family.”

Viewing the kids all animated, the adults mingling, the buzz in the air, it all helped to ease the unrest in your hormonal self.

“I hope we can continue living out our somewhat sense of peace in the new year.” You murmured, humming as they gently smothered you in their plush chests and secure arms.

“Agreed.” Their giant sculpted hands felt your bump together, wistfully grinning as you smiled shedding tears of joy.

An upbeat song blared out through the speakers.

Next thing you know, few turned to many dancing.

Lost in paradise.

For a dance mob has formed.

Yugi, returning out of the blue, took the lead, bopping with his usual upbeat finesse.

Megumi wasn't dancing, more like bashfully scratching the back of his head, too shy to look anyone in the eye, until a beaming Yuji had him, helping his boyfriend loosen up.

Nobara twirled and swirled, tugging her girls in to all get in sync and flaunting their beautiful strong selves.

And Gojo, in all his glory, was swaying with style, cause of course he wanted to get down most of all. Yuta, Yuji, Megumi, even the twins flanked both his sides, strutting their stuff.

From Takuma to Choso to even Panda, everyone you knew found the groove. From found family to your work buddies. Even the tipsy adults. Even the former assassin and his handler buddy. Even a well disguised Nobuko who had her bodyguards on standby also in disguise warily kept their eyes on the heart eyed Aoi Todo.

The dancing flash mob you never expected to happen did in fact happen.

They clapped, they swayed, they spun, they did it all!

The ships sailed as many familiar faces knew how to dance so acrobatically well. Leave the sight to the imagination.

Fireworks began littering the sky.

The billboard's timer struck 00:00.

Cheers and claps rang as embraces were exchanged.

You giggled as Suguru Geto swept you up in his arms, cupping the back of your head and your cheek to kiss you passionately.

You just had to ask.

“Where would I be without all of you?”

Satoru warped again back to you just to smirk at your jump scare. “Probably bored out of your mind.” You and Suguru shut your white haired husband up by slapping his shoulders to his snickering amusement.

“It goes both ways, Satoru.”

“Aw, I love you too Suguru~” He pulled his shades up to rest on his head as those Six Eyes glowed with love for the growing life in your belly you three made together. “All of you.”

You two peppered kisses all over Satoru's laughing face as the rest of your found family danced the first night of the new year away.

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just-jordie-things · 1 year

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omg you’re back?! and you’re doing prompts?! this feels like christmas!!

can you do 28 with inumaki?? but also maybe if you’re listening to something nice 25, i’d like to know what song inspires the drabble (:

25: Kiss Inspired By A Song (stargirl interlude - lana del rey) 28: First Kiss ___

you don’t know why you think to ask such a personal question, especially to someone who can’t express his answer very easily- not that it’s his fault- but the thought creeps in your mind like a parasite and you just know it won’t go away until you have his answer.

“have you ever kissed anyone?”

at first toge thinks you’re only asking this question to distract him, because his focus shifts away from crossing the finish line on rainbow road, his thumb stilling on the joystick of the pink remote and his eyes are on yours. simultaneously, you’re passing his character and claiming first place for yourself, a victorious smile on your face, until you see his perplexed gaze.

in your brief silence, you catch the change in song on your shared playlist. you can’t help but nod your head along as your current favorite melody begins.

he’s raising a brow at you, the slight frown on his face making you realize your suspicious timing.

“that wasn’t on purpose!”

you try to explain yourself, but toge’s not sure he believes you. you had to have known such a sudden and personal question was going to throw him off his game. you and toge certainly spent a lot of time together, often playing mariokart or smash bros, but even outside of your free time you were a duo. he was your favorite person to train with- maki was too rough and that made her a better match for panda, and yuuta barely even went to this school anymore- and you seemed quite comfortable with his odd way of communicating.

still, as close of friends as you were, you’d never really talked about these sorts of things with one another.

“okay, i’m sorry,” you apologize when his gaze remains unrelentingly upset. “i wasn’t trying to distract you. i just got curious”

the first question on his mind is the obvious, why? what had gone on in your head to make you wonder such a thing? did you assume he had? but his thoughts derail quick as a more pressing question pops up.

have you ever kissed anyone?

you’d never really talked about any romantic interests before- neither of you had, hence his initial surprise with your question- so toge wasn’t sure he could safely assume you had kissed anyone. that said, you were a pretty girl with a warm personality, if you wanted a kiss from someone, he was certain you would have gotten it by now.

and now he wondered what kind of person you would look for to be potentially kissed by.

surely he’s blushing in front of you now with how off track his thought process had become, and he wishes he’d worn his uniform instead of the tee shirt and sweats he sported because at least then he’d have a collar to hide behind.

“so… have you?” you ask, impatient to know the answer, and you sound like it too.

you have toge absolutely bewildered by your anticipation for his response. what impression had he made to make you think he could have kissed anyone? it was sort of hard to get to that step when you couldn’t even talk, after all.

“bonito flakes”

his voice is quiet as he shakes his head for good measure.

“really?” you ask in surprise.

his brows are furrowed as he tilts his head you, silently asking what you’re trying to imply, before his cryptic words question you.

“mustard leaf?”

“i dunno,” you shrug, setting your controller down now that your game had finished. “i guess i just wondered. you’ve never talked about it before”

toge laughs, and it comes out more like a scoff. you understand him somehow. he’s amused that you thought about such a thing. but then he’s smiling at you, quirking an eyebrow as he seems to shoot the question back at you.

“what?” you feign misunderstanding, even though you both know perfectly well that you know exactly what he’s asking.

it’s obvious in the way your cheeks turn pink and you pick up your controller again so your fingers can fiddle with it. despite being sat on opposite ends of the bed- with toge leaning against the headboard and you at the foot of the mattress- his bed suddenly feels small. the whole room suddenly feels small.

you’re anxious, you both realize. although toge finds more interest in it than you do.

“mustard leaf?” he questions you and you curse yourself for getting to know him so well that you understand he’s repeating your question back to you with those two words.

when you turn to look away toge scrambles to straighten his posture, suddenly very invested in your answer. he’s grinning excitedly, his eyes wide with amusement.

“salmon cod roe!” he demands through bubbling laughter, and despite your embarrassment, you give in, because he’s just so adorably curious, and he’s your friend, right? he wouldn’t judge you, would he?”

“no!” you cry out, covering your face as you fall back onto the bed.

you kick your feet in the air in childish frustration. your face is burning from the admission, but you suppose you brought it on yourself, seeing as you asked him first.

toge’s laughter is silenced as he watches you throw your arms to your sides and let out a huff. he gives you a comforting smile.

“salmon” he tries to communicate to you that it’s okay, that he doesn’t judge you, but you frown back at him.

“don’t you think it’s a little embarrassing?” you ask, your eyes staying on him to gauge his honest reaction. “or down right humiliating?” you mutter bitterly.

“bonito flakes” he mutters back in mock offense, but you seem to ignore him.

“it’s not like i haven’t tried,” you say to the ceiling, and it leaves a bitter feeling in toge’s chest. “but the options aren’t exactly… numerous,” you mumble the last part. “i think if i asked, maki would kiss me,” you think aloud, before turning your head to look at toge again. “but i’m too scared to ask,” you whisper, as if she could hear you from her dorm across the hall.

toge chuckles at your wide eyes, and smiles at you again. your worry about something so silly was funny to him. you’d clearly had this on your mind for a while to consider kissing one of your friends- the scariest one of your friends, too.

he reaches behind him to grab the little whiteboard on his night stand, uncapping the magnetic dry erase marker so he could scribble on it.

why maki?

you shrug back after reading it, folding your hands over your stomach.

“figured she’d kill me if i asked yuuta. figured you’d say no” you reply.

he blinks back at you, but you’re turning to look at the ceiling again, humming along as your song comes to an end, so you don’t see the way your answer stuns him.

of course he wouldn’t say no! is his initial thought, but the way it crosses his mind so loud and certain has his heart stuttering in his chest. did he want to kiss you? he’d never really thought about it before, he’d never really thought of it as an option. your friendship meant a lot to him, more than he could express, whiteboard or not, he couldn’t do anything to jeopardize it. but of course if you asked him, he’d say yes. he’s certain of it.

in the name of being a good friend, of course…

“mustard leaf?”

you hum curiously back at him, tilting your face his way again to watch as he scrawled across the board again. the marker squeaks softly as he tries to write as quickly as he can while still keeping his handwriting legible.

when he lifts the board for you to read, your eyes follow each letter slowly, carefully.

why do you think i’d say no?

the insinuation behind the question has you opening and closing your mouth a few times, struggling to find the words. you’re beginning to fluster, and toge can see it in the way your fingers tangle and untangle themselves where they rest over your stomach.

“i- i don’t know,” you stammer, your eyes landing on his only briefly before you grow too shy to hold his stare. “figured you’d think it was a dumb thing to worry about,” you say, and there’s some truth to your words.

the rest of the truth would have been admitting that kissing toge had been on your mind for some time now. a long time.

“but i just- i just want to get it out of the way, you know?” you sigh, your eyes falling shut. “that way, in the future, when there’s someone i- i really want to kiss…” you grow quiet as you realize you’re really only embarrassing yourself further. you sigh again. “i just don’t want to be humiliated by kissing someone badly”

it’s quiet for a minute, long enough that you peek over at toge, just to make sure he was still there. he nods at you in understanding. maybe he didn’t share this anxiety, he didn’t feel any sort of rush to get his first kiss out of the way, but kissing someone wasn’t exactly on his realistic bucket list.

your song ends, and soon the familiar echoed strumming of guitar makes it’s way to your ears with delight by you- another one of your favorites. lana del rey’s angelic voice follows shortly after.

he holds your stare for a moment before deciding to take a leap of faith, and then he’s writing on his board again. you keep your focus on him this time, watching the way he bites his lip as he writes, and how he re-reads his words a few times before he finally presents the board to you again.

if you want to ask, i’ll say yes.

as soon as you finish reading it, your eyes shoot back up to his, quickly trying to make sure he wasn’t joking, that he wasn’t going to burst out into laughter and tease you for jumping on the first offer of a kiss you could get.

when you find that he’s smiling at you, so kindly you could just melt, you sit up right away.

“really?” you mumble out, just to be sure he’s not pulling your leg.

toge wipes the board clean before scribbling on it again. you move quickly to peek over at it while he doodles two stick figures with their faces pressed together and a big MUAH written above them. you giggle at the cute drawing, and he beams at you.

he caps the marker and sticks the magnet to the board before setting it aside, giving you his full attention.

you’re right across from him now, and you move your legs to get more comfortable, sitting criss cross. the exhale you let out is a little shaky, but you give him a hopeful look.

“promise not to tell anyone if it’s bad?” you ask him quietly.

toge wants to laugh, because there’s not a chance that your plump looking lips could ever bestow a bad kiss, but he doesn’t. he wants you to feel perfectly comfortable.

“salmon” he says with an affirmative nod.

you nod back, eyes flickering between his apprehensively, before falling to his lips.

you’d looked at toge’s mouth many times before. it was easy to get distracted by the markings, sure, but they were a good cover for you to let your mind wander to curiosities you had- such as if his soft lips felt as soft as they looked.

“tuna” he tells you, raising his hand to cover your eyes. you chuckle nervously, but follow the command and let your eyes fall shut.

toge can’t help but admire you for just a moment. he feels an excitement bubble up in his chest at the prospect of kissing you. his heart was suddenly beating very fast, and he had to bite back a smile as his eyes wandered your pretty face.

what kind of good deed did he do in a past life to earn such luck in getting to kiss someone so perfect?

maybe he was a little too ready to kiss you.

his fingers touched the underside of your jawline delicately. the action was so new and intimate he nervously watched your calm expression, praying you wouldn’t flinch. you didn’t. the corner of your lips tilted into the smallest of smiles, and as he slid the rest of his hand against the rest of your jaw, you tilted your chin up, bringing your face just the slightest bit more towards his.

he followed the movement, his nose brushing against yours carefully, and he found his own eyes falling shut on their own accord, a soft sigh escaping his lips as a wave of exhilaration washes over him.

when you don’t instantly feel his lips on yours, you prod your nose against his in a small, gentle movement. he smirks at the action, intrigued by your impatience, and he wonders if you’d meant to do it or if your anticipation was getting the better of you.

but he doesn’t spend any more time stalling, and leans in the rest of the way to connect your lips.

you’re a little slow to react, stunned by the new sensation. but it only takes a few seconds of getting used to the feeling of having someone else’s mouth on yours for you to fall into it, naturally, and you kiss him as if you’d kissed him a thousand times before.

he feels your hands tremble as you rest them against his arms, the pads of your fingers barely pressing into his skin. your lips move over his curiously, enjoying the velvety sensation of his soft mouth. it was even softer than you could have imagined, you thought in a cloudy daze.

the gentle but alluring beat of the song seems to synchronize with the fast paced beating of your heart, and the distant cooing of lana’s harmonizing has you feeling all the more six feet off the ground.

but i love it, i love it, starboy…

when you do part, it takes a moment for your eyes to flutter open. your mouth is still parted, and you find yourself fixing your gaze on toge’s lips, as though amazed by them, before your eyes peer up at his. an amused smile stretches over your face, your eyes positively twinkling at him.

he knows he should probably move back a little further, you’re still inches apart and his hand is still on your face, but toge stays put, just to bask in the warm feeling for a little longer.

you’re not rushing to move away, either.

“is it always gonna feel like that?” you whisper, your dazzling smile demanding all of his attention.

he could tell you that sure, it could if you wanted to. but he decides that you don’t need to go finding that out for yourself, that if you want it to always feel like that, then you’ll just have to stick to kissing him whenever it is you so please.

so with a cocky smile and bright eyes, he shakes his head at you. and when he pulls you in for another kiss, your eyes flutter shut and you meet him halfway with a newfound eagerness for kissing your best friend. ___

a/n: i adore this song and just thought it'd be the best to makeout to yaknow? hope you enjoyed <3

xoxo ~ jordie

#inumaki toge x reader #toge brainrot #toge x rader #inumaki x reader #toge inumaki x reader #toge inumaki imagine #toge #inumaki #jjk #jjk fluff #jjk x reader #jjk imagine #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen fluff #jujutsu kaisen imagine

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starlightsearches · 2 years

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I love the idea of coworker!eddie so much! and now I'm thinking about this nerd this doofus this absolute fucking sweet dork of a man leaning over the counter in between customers and making handmade buttons for the basket by the register to sell. He's got the classic styles, you know, band logos from a variety of genres but the bulk of them lean toward metal, as well as some goofier ones with gross jokes on them. But he makes some personalized ones for you, featuring your favorite bands and pickup lines, including one that says You're my rainbow in the dark because obviously he has to slip a Ronnie James Dio reference in there

He's stupid. He's perfect. I love him.

Mixtape

Yes, god, coworker! eddie lives inside my brain like a little mouse. Here's something I threw together because I love the idea of the pins 😩 Comments, likes and reblogs make me very happy!

Eddie x Gender Neutral Reader

Warnings: language, mutual pining, some angst, this one's a little sad in the end but I'm sure we'll see more of them at some point (if people are interested).

"Hey, asshole."

Eddie dodges the empty cardboard box you lob his way without much effort. He's gotten way better at sidestepping your attacks since he started here. You wish you could say the same for your aim.

"You planning on doing any work today?"

Eddie has the nerve to look offended—like you haven't been running around your whole shift, restocking shit and fixing the displays and helping everyone and their mother find a copy of Whitney Houston—holding a fist to his chest like he'd been stabbed.

"That hurts, baby. I am working. See?"

He shakes the basket of pins in front of him as you lean over the counter, smiling wide. It's that fucking smile that makes so many people buy his stupid buttons—even if they've never heard his any of the artists he's obsessed with, even if they're not worth the dollar fifty you're charging for them.

You set the basket back down, swallowing the butterflies in the back of your throat. "No offense, but I think we have enough Metallica pins to last us through the end of time."

"I was actually making pins for you," he says with falsely-innocent eyes, meeting you halfway across the table, the collar of his worn-out band shirt dipping just slightly until you can see the slightest hint of another tattoo brushing his collar bone, "but if you don't want them . . . "

You hold out a hand, hoping your exasperation might distract him from your wandering eyes. "Show me."

You wish he wouldn't do this—flirt with you so much. Your crush on him was already embarrassing enough without the pins and the inside jokes and his wandering fingers pinching at your sides until you have to laugh. Sometimes you want to scream at him, tell him to stop making fun of you, that you'll get over it if he gives you enough time.

You're not sure if you could ever get over it. Not if he keeps looking at you like this.

Eddie drops the pins into your hand one at a time, tongue caught between his teeth—eyes flashing between your face and your open palm. You do your best to keep your expressions in check.

There's a few band pins—Fleetwood Mac, ABBA, even Wham!, despite all the shit he'd given you about them.

"And for the finale—" he says with a flourish, his fingers just brushing against yours when he drops the little black button into your hand.

"Rainbow in the dark?" You read the words quietly, looking up at him with furrowed brows. He's fidgeting, twisting one of the rings around his finger, biting at his lips.

"Yeah, because, uh . . ." he laughs shyly, glancing down at his hands, "you haven't- you haven't listened to that mixtape I made you?"

Your stomach sinks, and you press your lips together, shooting him a guilty look.

"Oh, come on—" he rolls his eyes at you, and you let the apologies pour out, hoping to wipe the hurt from his expression, even if it's all theatrics.

"I've been meaning to listen, Eddie," you tell him, "but it's your music is really loud and I've got neighbors and I need to get a new pair of headphones for my cassette player . . ."

None of that's true. You've started the tape multiple times, laying back on your bed with your perfectly-functioning headphones on snugly over your ears, and you just. couldn't. do. it. Listening to songs that Eddie picked for you—cute, ridiculous Eddie with his too-tight jeans and wild hair and fucking to-die-for smile—it was like carving your own heart out of your chest with a butter knife. A reminder of what you'd never have.

He stands with his back to you, hands on his hips. When he turns over his shoulder, he won't meet your eyes.

"Well," he says, tapping his knuckles against the glass countertop, "that's from one of my favorites on there. It's always kind of . . . reminded me of you."

"Oh."

You don't know what else to say.

"Anyways," he coughs, but the atmosphere stays heavy with the weight of awkwardness between you, "I guess I'll go unpack some boxes in the back. You good on your own out here?"

"Oh yeah . . . totally."

He sighs, stalking off to the backroom, leaving you with only a sick feeling in your stomach and a pile of pins in your hands.

Part 2 Here

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson stranger things #eddie munson #my writing #gender neutral insert #harley tag 💖

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eloquentornot · 2 years

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Magical Girl Scar AU by @theminecraftbee

I had an idea for a potential Episode 1:

???: Long ago, this world was blessed by the magic of the Wishing Star. Mages made use of this power to better the lives of everyone, but some were too greedy, and abused their powers. Eventually, the spirits of magic overcame their human masters, and began to wreak havoc on the world. To save everyone, the last great mage created the Spirit Jar, to seal away the spirits and the magic forever. However, he knew that the Jar would eventually weaken, and the spirits would return. So, he also created me, the guardian of the Jar. My role is to keep watch over the Jar, and when it shows signs of weakening, to seek out the next mage, a human with the potential to recapture the spirits and seal the Jar once more. I currently predict that it will next open in roughly 50 years, so I must keep vigilant watch! Any day now, the next mage may be born, and I must watch over them from childhood until the day they are needed-

Crash!

A blazing rainbow of lights and shapes bursts out and escapes through the open window, as the shattered remains of the Spirit Jar lie on the ground, a wheelchair rolling away from the shocked grey cat.

Cat: No...

Scar: "Oh, no no nonono! I'm so clumsy!"

Manager, from outside the room: "What was that noise?"

Scar: "Ohh, nothing! Nothing at all, everything's fine in here!"

Manager: "Alright, but you'd better not be lying to me again, Scar! I'm busy right now, but I'm coming in there as soon as I can!"

Scar: "Okay!" (quieter) "Oh, no... I gotta clean this up!"

He grabs a broom, but is startled as he notices the cat.

Scar: "Oh, hey there, kitty! How did you get in here?"

Cat: "Scar, you've made a bigger mess than you could ever realise. I will help you conceal these shards, but you must promise to help me fix the rest of-"

Scar: "Okay sure, deal! Just get it done quickly, I think I can hear him coming!"

The cat looks annoyed, but her collar glows, causing the broken jar to shimmer and vanish into it, and she hides under a covered table nearby just before the door opens.

The manager walks in, brushing the green streak in his hair out of his eyes, annoyance clear on his face.

Manager Joel: "Well, it doesn't look like anything's broken. Why are you holding a broom, Scar?"

Scar: "Oh, just... I just finished sweeping! There was a little dust, just a tiny amount, but it's all cleaned up now!" (He grins, in a way that he thinks looks convincing.)

Joel: "Well... get back to work then! Don't you have flowers to arrange, or something?"

Scar: "Okay!"

The manager turns around and slams the door, and Scar sighs in relief. The cat comes out of hiding and sits in front of Scar.

Cat: "Are you ready to listen to me now?" I can't believe this...

Scar: "...Okay, now I have time to think about it, it's kind of weird that you're a talking cat, not gonna lie."

The cat nods and waves a paw, making a red bracelet appear floating in mid-air.

Cat: "I am no ordinary cat. I am the guardian of the Spirit Jar, which you broke when you bumped into my hiding place just now! Normally I have more time to prepare for this, but now I have no choice but to make you a mage, so that you can help me recapture all the spirits and seal them away again!"

Scar: "Mage? Spirits? Wait, what?!"

Cat: "Of course, before any of the spirits can be properly sealed away we'll have to fix the Jar somehow..."

Scar: "Hang on, slow down! What are you talking about?!"

Cat: "It'll be faster to explain everything if you take the bracelet, Scar."

Scar looks at the slowly rotating bracelet and hesitates for just a moment before grabbing it.

A flash of magic fills Scar's mind and he sees a memory shared by a previous mage, a wise princess. She left her castle at night, transforming into a magical girl and saving her city from a horrific monster by stabbing it with her ornate sword, sending a stream of light into the Spirit Jar and leaving the human who had been possessed unharmed.

The memory ends, and Scar feels as if he somehow understands. He still has barely any idea what's going on, but he knows that this is important, and it has to be kept secret.

Scar: "So, you need my help to find the next... her?"

Cat: "No, Scar. You must become a mage yourself. There's no time for anything else."

Scar: "What!? But I can't fight like that! I mean, look at me!"

Cat: "The magic will aid you. You saw how she transformed? Soon, you will be able to do that too, and I will assist you as you learn."

Scar: "Okay... I guess this is my fault... Fine, I'll do it! By the way, what's your name?"

But before she can answer, a scream comes from outside! Opening the back door, the two look out in horror.

Cat: "There's no more time to waste! Let's go!"

Scar: "Right!"

A few moments before, just across the road from the gardening shop...

Two young men are playing a competitive arcade game, the one with cyan hair wins.

Jimmy: "Oh, come on! Again!?"

Scott: "Aw, what's the matter, Jimmy? Jealous of my amazing talent?" (He laughs, expecting his friend to laugh it off as usual too.)

Jimmy trembles with rage, a strange aura closing in around him.

Jimmy: "You always win. You always get the upper hand. I'm always the butt of the joke... OF COURSE I'M JEALOUS!!!"

Scott: "Whoa, wait, what?! Jimmy, calm down! And since when were your eyes green? And glowing..."

Scott gasps and steps back as Jimmy begins to morph into a large, just about humanoid, green slime monster!

Jimmy: "I want what you have, Scott! And you're going to give it to me!!!"

Scott's scream is cut off as the slime monster grabs him and traps him in a bubble on its hand! (This is the point where Scar opens the door and sees what's happening.)

Scar: "Uh, what do I do?"

Cat: "Put on the bracelet, I'll help you transform."

Scar: "Right!"

(Transformation sequence here.)

Scar: "Whoa, cool! What now?"

Cat: "You should know how to fight in this form. Just trust your instincts!" I hope this works...

Scar: "Okay..." (He rolls out towards the monster, noticing that he can now control his wheelchair with thought alone!)

People turn to watch Scar as he approaches. Already panicked by the monster, their concern grows as he summons a beautiful pink and red bow. Even the monster's focus turns away from his trapped victim.

The monster roars, flinging an acidic lime glob at Scar who just barely dodges in time! The attack burns a hole in the road...

Scar: "Whoa, yikes! You should be careful with that stuff, dude!"

The bubble in the monster's hand moves around a bit, drawing his attention once more. It becomes slightly more transparent, showing Scott desperately trying to break out. He's screaming, possibly yelling Jimmy's name, but he can't be heard. From a distance, Scar can only just see the person inside, and also notices that the bubble is, very gradually, shrinking.

With a blast of magic from his wheels, Scar leaps into the air, preparing his bow...

Scar: "Hawkeye!"

Three red-hot arrows fly in quick succession, causing small explosions all over the monster's body that burn away some of the slime, making him smaller. He roars again and throws more acid balls, but they miss as Scar lands and keeps rolling at high speed. Circling the creature, Scar fires more arrows until he happens to hit the bubble! It bursts, and Scott falls down, Scar zooms past to catch him just in time!

Scott: "-AAAAHHH OH MY-"

Scar: "AAAAAAAHHH!!!"

Scott: "-Thank you so much!!! What is going on today!?!"

Scar: "Aahh it's a long story oh my gosh are you okay wait hang on-"

Scott clings to Scar, which is made slightly easier by the sticky but otherwise harmless green slime on him, and the two of them roll at dangerously high speeds through the city, pursued by a now somewhat smaller and surprisingly fast slime monster!

Scar: "Oh my gosh, what is that thing?"

Scott: "That's Jimmy!"

Scar: "What?"

Scott: "He's my friend! Or at least, he was! I don't know what's happened to him!"

Scar remembers the vision the bracelet showed him.

Scar: "It's a magical spirit! Your friend is possessed, but I can fix it!" (He skids to a halt and turns around to face the creature. They are now in a large park square, an open field surrounded by tall buildings.)

Scott: "Are you crazy?! Get me away from that thing, I could barely breathe in there!"

The monster stops, and for a moment his eyes meet Scott's. For a brief moment, Scott sees Jimmy's face in the slime, his eyes full of regret and confusion. Then the green glare of envy returns, confusion and pain melting into hatred as the monster roars and lunges once more-

Scott: "Wait!" (The monster freezes, and Scott stands up, walking shakily towards him.) "Jimmy, I know you're in there! Whatever happened, whatever you're feeling right now... can we just... talk?"

The creature growls and contorts, a primal force pushing him to attack but something else holding him back. He clutches his head, glaring and grimacing, twitching and melting...

Scott glances back at the mage.

Scott: "Whatever it is you're meant to do, can you do it now please?"

Scar: "Oh, right!"

Scar's bow shimmers bright pink, a magenta heart tipped arrow appearing. He aims, and fires, the blazing pink and red energy bursting from the impact and wrapping around the slime monster like ribbons! In a flash, the light green spirit is sent flying into the distance, and Jimmy is gently lowered to the ground in a soft cloud of pink light that fades as he lands.

Jimmy: "Ugh... What just happened?"

Scott: "Jimmy! Are you okay?!" (He runs over to him.)

Jimmy: "I... Yeah? Wait, where are we? Scott, what's wrong? Why are you covered in slime?"

Scott: "Oh. You don't remember?"

Jimmy: "...I think something bad just happened?" (Scott hugs him suddenly.) "Whoa, what?"

Scott: "Jimmy, I... I'm sorry. If I ever tease you too much for losing, or anything else. I never meant to make you feel like... less..."

Jimmy: "Whoa whoa, hold on! I know it's all just jokes, you know I'd tell you if I was ever really upset..." (He steps back from the hug, concerned.) "What did I do?"

Scar: "You were possessed by a spirit, what happened wasn't your fault. Either of you."

Scott: "Well, okay... then how do we keep this from happening again?"

Scar: "I'm... not sure. Not yet, anyway. I'm still new to all this, I don't know if it made you feel things, or latched on to feelings that were already there, or what..."

Jimmy: "Scott, I... I do sometimes wish I didn't always lose. I've always been the first one out... But I never hated you for winning. I remember that feeling now, and that wasn't me. At least, I don't think it was..."

Scott: "Then it wasn't. I'm glad you're back, Jimmy."

A few hours later, Scar enters his room with the cat. Jumping on to a small table, she places down the Spirit Jar shards she had been carrying in her magical pocket.

Cat: "You did very well today, Scar! Unfortunately, because the Jar is broken, there was nothing you could have done to seal away the spirit of Envy. It will likely return some day, and there will be others for you to fight as well..."

Scar: "So if I ever want to be done fighting, we need to fix the jar? How do we do that?"

Cat: "I don't know. It's never been broken before. But we have to try! If the spirits are left to roam free..."

Scar: "Hmm... I think my roommate has some superglue I could borrow. Would that work?"

Cat: "...At this point, anything is worth a try!" Oh, everything is going wrong... (She curls up sadly on the bed.)

Scar: "Hey, by the way, I don't think you got to answer me earlier. What's your name?"

Cat: "I have been known by many names, over the years. I am most often simply called Guardian, since that's what I am. But you can call me whatever you want."

Scar: "Well... How about Jellie?"

Cat: "...What?"

Scar: "Jellie! That sounds like a good name for a cat, right?"

Jellie: "I'm not a cat, Scar..."

Scar: "Oh, you don't like it? Then, let's see..."

Jellie: "No, wait! I... it's fine. You can call me Jellie. It's just not... what I was expecting."

Scar: "Oh, okay then! It's nice to meet you, Jellie! Don't worry, I'm sure everything will turn out just fine!"

#theminecraftbee #hermitcraft au fanfic #goodtimeswithscar

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infinitesismall · 3 years

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pippin!

#line drawing #dogs #puppy #i wish you could see his rainbow collar better :(

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ask-anti-cosmo · 2 years

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A.c x fairy reader fluffy

((Yes hello, DISCLAIMER:

I am rubbish at fluff, but I was honestly too excited about getting an ask AND Friday the 13th on its way, I did my best. Yes it's still Friday 13th here, shush)

You were in fairy world, your home. All with it’s pink cloud streets, cutesy houses and rainbow bridges. You glanced up at the big wand, the thing that gave your kind the magic they needed to go to earth, create everything you need, or grant wishes to children. Seeing the wand was always a relief to you, since occasionally it has needed maintenance and living without magic was dreadful.

As you looked away from it, your eyes fell on a wanted poster of the infamous Anti-Cosmo. You sighed at the sight of him. You know he is an anti-Fairy, and that made him all scary and whatever, but honestly you couldn’t help but enjoy his looks. You’ve never met him, but have seen him a couple times during his schemes. You remember the fear you felt in the moment was gone so quickly, you thought you might have been sick. All you could do was look at his stunning green eyes and deep blue shades.

Another fairy passed you and saw the poster as well, cringing. “Ugh, that creep again. You’d think Jorgen Von Strangle would do his job properly and keep them all locked up!”

“They’re our opposites though, they contradict us in every way and therefore know us probably better than ourselves. In a way, they’re apart of us.” You suggested, making the Fairy give you a dirty look and continue on their way.

Most fairies couldn’t help but hate their counterpart. And to be fair, so do the Anti’s. Being opposites, you supposed it to be natural. You’ve tried to get along with your Anti to no avail.

You sighed at the lack of peace between your species and began to head home, flouting over the walkways, making you wonder why they were put down in the first place. You passed an alley where you heard rustling. You paused and peeked in to see a black cat looking through trash. You were out of it’s sight when it looked up, showing off it’s neon green eyes and deep blue collar. It’s fangs were particularly longer than an actual cat, making you consider that maybe this was a certain anti-Fairy in disguise. The only one most famous for that eye color.

You took a minute to catch your breath, getting excited to think that this is probably THE Anti-Cosmo. You wanted to take him home, but knew he’d be too clever to fall for it. You had to be subtle, let it be HIS idea.

You shuffled through you pocket and took out you wand, making some trash appear in your hand. You then casually walked up to the garbage can next to the cat and threw away the trash. You glanced at the cat and flinched before looking closer. “Huh, weird cat. Didn’t know Fairy world could even have strays…” you said, starting to walk away, but kept glancing back at the cat suspiciously.

You hoped he would assume his cover might be blown, but that he could stop you from mentioning it from anybody. You heard the shuffling behind you as you flouted away. You glanced back at him before speaking up, making it appear that you were nervous, and possibly an easy target.

You went straight home, the cat on your heels and you got inside. You slammed the door closed then inconspicuously opened a window with your magic so it would appear you carelessly forgot to close it.

You then smiled and acted relaxed and safe. “Okay! Now that that’s over, I can go finish that pasta!” you said and walked away from the open window.

You made it to the kitchen and opened the fridge, taking out the container of pasta. You turned to see the whole house. Except for the kitchen was now pitch black. That did make you jump for real, and especially when the kitchen when black as well.

“H-hello?” you called, feeling the adrenaline start to pump as your hands quivered.

“Hello indeed.” A voice said as you felt window blow around you.

Anti-Cosmo stepped from the darkness, close to you and narrowed his beautiful eyes. “You would tell anyone about me now, would you?” he asked.

You just stared a minute before shaking your head.

“Good.” He said bluntly and took the pasta from your hands, letting the house go back to it’s normal bright colors. “I’m starving, but this will have to do.” He said as he ate your food.

“Okay one, rude. But also, why are you in Fairy world? There are posters of you everywhere!” you huffed.

“My business is my own. I certainly wouldn’t share it with a goodie goodie fairy.” He said. Showing off his fangs. Wow. Those looked handsome on him too.

“Yeah okay but what are you going to do now? I know you’re here, they’re looking for you…it’s only a matter of time.” You told him, trying not to swoon over seeing his face so close.

“Nonsense, I can hide here and keep you with me so they’ll be no tattling to that brick of a fairy, Jorgen.” He said and finished eating. He fluttered up and came in front of you. “you try to run off and you’ll wish you could die.”

“O-okay…wow.” You whispered as you watched him. He didn’t seem to notice thankfully.

“I won’t be with you long…” he said as he took out his black wand and clicked his tongue disapprovingly.

“Something wrong?” you asked and flouted closer. Hoping he’d make eye contact with you again.

He glanced up and put his wand away. “No, why would there be? Besides of course, the fact I’m holding you hostage in your own house and you’re not screaming.”

“What would screaming do?” you shrugged.

“You mean besides conveying and expressing fear?” he asked, now looking and you slightly suspicious. “You a little too calm for someone in your situation, what are you hiding?”

“What are you hiding?” you asked, trying to look at his wand. He kept it from your sight before grabbing your arm. “give me YOUR wand.”

“Trade me.” You reasoned. He hesitated but did as you asked. Sure enough, his wand had a crack in it, meaning it wasn’t long till the fearsome Anti-Cosmo would have been magicless and helpless.

“So you want me to fix your wand with mine?” you asked making him look away.

“That was the idea. At least let me recharge it so I can head back to my own home.”

“Will you take me there?” you asked.

He looked at you funny. “Why would I do that? Even if you do tell on me, I’ll be long gone.”

“Well, I’ve long ago put a spell on my wand to be sure it only works for me, so without me…” you shrugged and looked away.

“I…why would a fairy want to go to Anti-Fairy World? Isn’t it a bit dark for your liking?” he frowned, his brows furrowed.

“Well, maybe you shouldn’t judge someone before knowing them.” You suggested before hearing a siren go off outside.

Anti-cosmo flinched at the sound and held out his hand. “Quick! Charge my wand!!”

“Will you take me with you?” you asked.

Before he could answer, the light from your wand went out, making you both stare at it a minute. You quickly turned on the TV to find the news. Jorgen Von strange shoved the usual news reporters out of the way.

“Attention fairy world! Anti-Cosmo has been sighted. To ensure his capture, we have set everyone’s wands to reduced power, and have guards at the rainbow bridge. Not enough magic to leave fairy world, or do any big act. It will be this way until we find him! If anyone sees anything, report it immediately.” He yelled in his German accent.

Anti-cosmo cussed and stepped away from the TV.

“Does he know your wand is broke?” you asked him.

“Of course he does, who do you think would be strong enough to do so?” the anti-Fairy huffed.

“Well, guess you’re stuck here.” You shrug.

He looked back at you curiously. “You’re not going to report me or anything?”

“Why? I’ve been wanting to meet you for years.” you smiled.

“…Really?” he narrowed his eyes.

You gave a light shrug with a smile. “either way, I have enough magic to make us food and everything we need, so... Just make yourself at home.” You smiled.

“Bit too fluffy for that. But I’ll do my best.” He said looking at your cutesy, brightly colored decore.

“I'll prepare you a room. We can make it more to your taste of you want.” You offered.

He was quiet for a minute but agreed. You helped him design your guest room to his liking, which was very goth looking but it certainly made him look more relaxed. You left him in the room to go about your own business.

He spent the rest of the day in his room. Even 2hen you brought him food he’d take it but quickly seclude himself again. Which was a bummer but you accepted he had a stressful day considering he’s being hunted by the toughest fairy in the universe. You’d be stressed too.

You decided to end the day with some earth TV. Fairy TV only had boring soap opera’s and over dramatised reality TV. You turned on a thriller and relaxed with your popcorn.

You heard a door closed in the house and smiled to yourself, thinking Anti-Cosmo was wandering the house a little now that it was dark. It was completely silent except for the TV, no footsteps from the fact that he flouted, but it made you try to listen even harder for where he was in the house. It didn’t make you nervous (well, maybe, but just cause you’re watching a thriller movie) and yet you jumped when your fairy crown was flicked off your head and clattered to the ground. For some reason that made you more nervous than if he had just tapped your shoulder or actually touch you to jump scare you.

“Oh, earth TV?” he asked curiously.

“Yeah, fairy TV is just so…”

“Dull for being made by magical beings?” he smiled and sat in the couch. “Sickeningly fluffy? Tries to mimic all the worst things about earth TV?”

“All of the above?” you added with a smile. He was warming up to you. If a fairy and Anti-Fairy could even just be friends. Then it would show the two species that you’re not so different from one another.

“Either way, interesting choice for a show with an anti-Fairy in your home.” He said, watching the thriller with you.

“Does Anti-Fairy Tv look like this?” you asked.

“Pretty close to it. Usually there are shows about better ways the spread bad luck and downright horror’s. This is pretty tame, but it is making me feel less homesick.” He sighed and crossed his legs.

“That’s good. I’d love for Anti-Fairies and Fairies to learn to get along. Maybe not mix our world’s, but at least not trying to destroy each other.” You told him.

“Ha!” he rolled his eyes. “As if. Who would benefit from that?”

“Uh…everyone?” you frowned. “like, not having to fear Jorgen Von Strangle lifting this house, grabbing you and hucking you back into prison? Not to mention, there has to be something you like about fairy world? After all, no one loves every inch of their world. Like, maybe there’s a bakery in fairy world who makes the cake you love the most or something.”

He stared at you and shook his head. “You’re ridiculous, of course I love every inch of my anti-Fairy world. It’s my kingdom after all.”

“I think you’re just trying to put on a tough guy act to keep up your fearsome king act. Surely there’s something you like here.”

He thought for a bit. “Alright, fine. I will say I love the bowling alley’s here. Earth ones aren’t magical enough, and we don’t really have them in Anti-Fairy world. Everything is spiky and jagged there, not fit for bowling.” He shrugged.

“Bowling huh? I could make us a Bowling alley in the house.”

“With what little magic you have left?” he inquired.

“its not that little…but yeah we may have to wait till Jorgen lifts the earth ban.”

“Well then, when that time comes, I’ll just have to show you why I am the king of the anti-Fairies.”

“Ooh is that a challenge?” you grinned at him.

“As if a fairy could match up to me~” He grinned playfully.

The lockdown lasted longer than you thought, but Jorgen Von Strangle was no king, he could only lock down fairy world for no more than a week for such a circumstance. In the meantime. You and Anti-C9smo got to know each other more and to your delight he even seemed a little flirty with you. Not that anything ever became of it, after all, there still felt like a variety between you two with the differ in species.

Still, you planned to make the most of his stay and scooted closer to him on the 6th movie night. Jorgen had to lift the van any day now. And you wanted to try one thing before Anti-Cosmo could even escape. It was simple, but you had always wanted to try.

Tonight, you planned on holding his hand, whether he knew it or not.

#anti-cosmo #anti fairies #anti-fairy #fairly odd parents #fairly oddparents #jorgen von strangle #i tried #fluff isn't my specialty #to be honest most fluff kind of bores me #though this had an interesting start #might continue #i was just rushed #cause the day ends in 2 hours #i had half of this written like 2 weeks ago #im sorry

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fruitcoops · 3 years

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hey! i love your work so much and i had an idea. what about the whole team going to pride? or maybe just the cubs or coops, but i would love to see the whole team supporting and maybe breaking out flags of their own. :)))

Happy Pride, everyone!!! It has been such a wild year, but I hope you all find comfort and joy during this month <3 I'm sending you all love and hugs (or high-fives, if you prefer), as well as positive vibes for the summer. SW credit belongs to @lumosinlove as always!

Credit to @queercanoe for the the rainbow bracelet idea <3

“This is…this is really nice,” Sirius said as they stood in line for popsicles. His face glowed with happiness and Remus squeezed his hand where it laid over his shoulder.

“Better than last year?”

He hummed in thought. “I like being here without the Cup and all the cameras. It’s just us.”

“And half the team,” Remus added.

“True,” Sirius laughed, bending down to kiss his forehead. Some of the glitter Lily had managed to sprinkle over his head and smear on his cheeks fell onto Remus’ shirt, and he brushed it off with a laugh. “Love you.”

“Love you, too. The kids are still arguing.”

Sirius glanced behind them and snorted; on the other end of the block, Leo hitched Logan higher on his back as he held Finn’s baseball cap out of reach. Talker and James had started an impromptu game of volleyball with a stray balloon, and the sight of Regulus playing peekaboo with Harry using his pride flag cape sent a burst of happy butterflies through Remus’ stomach.

“D’you think they’ve even noticed we’re gone?”

“Doubt it.”

They tapped their popsicles together in a toast and meandered back to the group—the afternoon heat toned down some of the manic energy of the morning parade, and Remus was content to just wander hand-in-hand with his fiancé for a while.

Not your fiancé for long, he reminded himself as the ice cooled his mouth. Just five more days, and then you’ll have a ring, too.

He stood on his toes, still a little sore from dancing earlier in the day, and kissed Sirius’ cheek. “What was that for?”

“Nothing. Just ‘cause I love you.”

Sirius let out a slow breath and squeezed him a little tighter around the shoulders, catching a drip of syrupy red before it slid down to his elbow. “This is the perfect day.”

“It is, isn’t it? Ooo, blue raspberry.”

“Can I have a taste?”

“Of c—” Remus was cut off by warm lips against his own, shorting out every braincell in one fell swoop. You sly little shit, he thought, smiling into the kiss as Sirius dipped him back.

They straightened up after a moment and Sirius raised his eyebrows thoughtfully. “Yeah, that’s pretty good.”

“Your lips are purple.”

He licked his own half-melted popsicle before dragging Remus in for one more kiss, though both of them were almost laughing too hard for his plan to work. “There. Now we match.”

“Thanks, babes.”

“Hey!” Finn cupped his hands around his mouth, clearly giving up on retrieving his hat. “Are you done yet? I was promised popsicles!”

Remus flipped him off and pulled Sirius down by the collar of his shirt, suddenly uncaring of the stickiness making its chilly way down his forearm. It was their day to do that, after all; their day to be flamboyantly affectionate to anyone in sight, regardless of contracts and media and expectations. It was a day drenched in popsicle sugar where he could turn his soon-to-be-husband’s lips more purple than the dahlias he loved so much.

“You could’ve just said ‘no’,” Finn remarked as they rejoined the group, both a little flushed.

“As if you’ve kept your hands to yourself,” Remus teased, gesturing to the various smudges in Finn’s face paint.

He hesitated, then shrugged. “Good point.”

“I have them on occasion.” A burst of giggling caught both their attention and softness bloomed in Remus’ chest as Sirius tossed Harry a few inches into the air, making rocket ship noises. Next to him, Leo had set Logan down so he could lift Katie up and tickle her until she shrieked with joy.

“God, they’re cute,” Finn said around a mouthful of syrup-soaked ice. The look in his eyes was unmistakably fond, and Remus knew it was reflected on his own face.

“They are. The boyfriends aren’t bad, either.”

Finn snorted, then spluttered as he nearly spat out his popsicle, sending Remus into peals of laughter. “Stop it!” he complained, though the didn’t sound very upset at all. “I’m gonna get a brain freeze!”

“A brain freeze?” Sirius turned to Harry with exaggerated shock.

“Oh, no!” Harry gasped. Behind them, James stifled his smile in the side of Lily’s neck.

“It’s not lookin’ good, buddy,” Finn said with false gravity. “Popsicles are a dangerous food.”

Harry made grabby hands until Finn settled him on his hip, then took his face between two chubby hands and looked deep into his eyes. “Your lips are blue,” he proclaimed after a long moment.

“Are they?”

“Uh-huh. Tremzy’s got red lips, an’ Knutty’s got red lips, and Mama has pink lips, and Uncle Pads has purple lips.” Harry poked the side of his mouth. “You’ve gotta have purple lips, too.”

Finn raised his eyebrows at Remus over Harry’s shoulder. “Not a chance, Harzy.”

“We’re better kissers anyway,” Leo said with a grin as he sidled up and gave Finn a light peck. “Better, Pocket Pots?”

Harry stuck his tongue between his teeth in a comical imitation of Sirius’ concentration face; Remus shoulders shook as he held back his amusement. “Almonds.”

“What?”

“Almost,” Sirius corrected gently. “Not almonds. Close, though.”

“Tremzy!” Harry called. Logan looked up from Katie, who was quite happily upside down as he swung her like a clock pendulum. “You’ve gotta make Harzy’s lips purple!”

“Do I?” Logan glanced back down. “Can I set you down, ma princesse?”

“No!”

“Okay,” he laughed, hauling her over with careful steps. Finn leaned down to kiss him; over his shoulder, Leo and Harry made faces at each other.

“This is perfect,” Sirius murmured, resting his forehead against Remus’ (admittedly sweaty) hair. Remus closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and let the stress of wedding planning roll off his back. He could be surrounded by their family in a sea of color for just a little longer—they could be there together.

“I’m proud to be with you,” he said as Regulus clambered onto Leo’s back for ‘a better view’.

It was a cheesy sentiment, but they had never shied away from romcom moments before. He felt Sirius’ soft huff of breath on his temple. “Re…”

I’ll never get tired of the way you say my name. “That’s me.”

The sigh turned to quiet laughter and a kiss. “We are such a cliché.”

“But you love it.”

“Damn right I do.” His lips were sweet and a little sticky, still; Remus wanted to drown in the feeling. “I will always be proud to be with you.”

“Uncle Pads!”

“Yes?” Sirius lifted him out of Finn’s arms with a dramatic groan. “You’re growing up too fast!”

Harry squished his cheeks, then poked the tip of his nose. “Why don’t you wear rainbows?”

Sirius frowned slightly. “I’m wearing rainbows right now.”

“But you only wear them now.”

“You want me to wear rainbows every day?” He cast a look at Remus, who half-shrugged.

“You do look good.”

“Everybody should wear rainbows all the time,” Harry declared. Down the street, a series of party poppers went off, followed by loud cheering from another group.

“Excuse me?” a timid voice asked. Remus startled slightly and turned around; a small group of teenagers was huddled by the massive balloon arch. One young man held his phone up. “Could we—uh, could we get a picture with you guys?”

“Do you want me to take it for you?” Leo offered as Finn took Harry again.

The kid’s eyes went wide, and he nodded enthusiastically. “Sure, thanks!”

“Alright, on three!” Leo squinted in the sunshine as they gathered in a semicircle. “One, two, three, smile!”

“Could we get one with you, too?” one of the girls asked when he lowered the camera.

Sirius took the camera as they shuffled around and swapped positions, crowding close to the rainbow balloons while Harry played with Remus’ colorful suspenders. “Ready? Say cheese!”

“Cheese!” they chorused.

“I got a couple, just in case.” He handed the phone back to the first boy with a smile. “Are you guys having a good time?”

“Yeah, this is amazing,” he answered, a little breathless. “It’s—this is so cool. Thanks again.”

“Pas de problem.”

Remus glanced over just in time to see the girl bump her own rainbow bracelet with Leo’s; both of them were grinning broadly. “Have fun today, okay?” he said, giving the shortest of the group a high five. A jumble of goodbyes answered before they hurried back into the crowd, whispering among themselves while their pins flashed in the sun.

“They were cute,” Sirius said, watching them go with an indecipherable look. “Feels good to know it meant something, y’know?”

“It always does,” Remus agreed, snuggling against his side despite the heat. “I wish—”

Sirius looked down at him when he faltered; Harry yawned so wide his eyes closed. “What?”

“I wish we had this when we were kids.”

Regulus and Leo tumbled out of the rapidly-growing crowd, bickering over who got which part of the cotton candy, while Kasey stood as still as he could so Natalie could finish the small bi flag on his cheek. Sirius’ whole face lit up as he watched them. “It’s even better now.”

Remus watched the second wave of the parade build around them—people of every shape and size were decked out in a whole spectrum of colors, turning the street into a living rainbow in the afternoon sun. He tucked his hand into Sirius’ back pocket and laced their free hands together, listening to his heartbeat under his cheek. “This is the best thing we’ve ever done.”

“Coming to Pride?”

“No.” He held their hands up, and Sirius’ ring caught the light. “This.”

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intheticklecloset · 3 years

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Dr. Stone Coffee Shots #21-30

A collection of the Dr. Stone sentence starters I’ve done, compiled for the sake of ease. These are all stand-alone stories. Some are Modern AU. All are SenGen.

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21) Lee Gen, Ler Senku

“Senku—”

Senku muffled Gen’s protest with another kiss – one of neither of them knew how many at this point.

Gen tried pulling away, but the scientist just held him in closer. “Senku, stop—”

Senku grinned into this particular yelp, his hands around the mentalist’s ribs, holding him firmly in place even as the other man squirmed in his hold.

“Stop, plehehease…” Gen gasped when he felt something solid against his back. Nowhere to run now. He was well and truly trapped, and Senku just kept grinning, just kept tickling, just kept kissing. “Senku, plehehease—!”

“What?” Senku murmured, right up in his face, keeping up when Gen twisted his head, enjoying the flustered mess he was making out of him. “I thought you liked it when I tickled you and kissed you at the same time.”

“Shut up—” Gen squealed when the scientist curled his fingers into the back of his ribcage, forcing him to arch into his embrace even more. He was breathless already, and he hadn’t even really been tickled yet. “Senku, please, stop teheheasing me—”

“You like it.” Senku captured his lips with another kiss, a harder squeeze to his ribs.

Gen shrieked out a round of giggles, pushing uselessly against Senku’s shoulders. “I know, but—”

“But what?”

“Plehehehease, I can’t—”

“Can’t what?” Senku snatched up his wrists and pinned them above his head, keeping one finger trailing lazily up and down the mentalist’s side, his eyes fixed on the two-toned man before him, smiling at how red and flustered he was. “You always want me to do this and then get all shy when I finally do. Why is that?”

“J-Just…” Gen stammered, at a loss for words for once in his life. He both loved and hated the intensity of Senku’s eyes on him in moments like these. “Just pick one, already…”

Senku considered a moment, then shot his free hand up into Gen’s underarm beneath his coat and leaned forward to enjoy the startled laugh he pulled from him with yet another kiss. “Nah,” he murmured. “I don’t think you want me to choose~”

22) Lee Senku, Ler Gen

Gen had been hugging him for quite a while at this point.

Senku stood with his arms trapped at his sides, pinned there by Gen’s affection, and the mentalist’s head was nestled on his shoulder.

Neither of them were saying anything. Neither of them were moving.

“So…are you going to let me go? Ever?” Senku finally asked.

“Nope,” Gen replied easily, sounding content even as he taunted the scientist. “Never. Never letting go. You’re going to have to deal with it now.”

Senku let out a dramatic sigh, deciding to play along. What else was he going to do? So he deadpanned, “Oh, no. I’m trapped. Whatever will I do? All my work, all my plans – ruined by a hug.”

Gen struggled to contain his mirth. He bit down on his lip to keep himself in check while sneakily wiggling his fingers into the space between Senku’s arms and torso, digging into his upper ribs with just enough pressure to make the scientist gasp and dissolve into helpless giggles.

“No! Nohohohohohoho! Gehehehehehen, dohohohohon’t!” he pleaded, squirming in the mentalist’s hold but going nowhere fast. His friend only held him tighter, trapped him harder, forced him to stay still and take it. “Gehehehehehahahahahaha!”

“Aw, what’s the matter, Senku-chan? Don’t you like my hugs?” Gen teased easily, lifting his head just enough to begin kissing the scientist’s neck in tandem with the gentle rib tickling.

Unfortunately for Senku, his neck was extremely ticklish. He squealed, scrunching up his shoulders, giggles turning to laughter as he struggled in the mentalist’s surprisingly strong hold. “Nohohohohoho! Not my neheheheheheheck! Gen!”

Gen chuckled into another kiss, gradually making his way up to the scientist’s ear.

Senku was giggling so hard he could barely stand up at this point. The ticklish sensations shooting through his nervous system were distracting him from everything else, forcing him to focus on them, focus on this moment right now. The longer this went on, the more flustered he became. Eventually he could feel the heat of a blush on his cheeks, rapidly spreading to his neck and ears, which Gen was still assaulting with deathly ticklish kisses, fingers digging into his ribs with relentless precision.

“Stohohohohohohop, Gen! Plehehehehehease!” Senku begged through his hysterics, giving up the fight. It was all useless anyway; he was at the mentalist’s mercy now, and both of them knew it. “Plehehehehehease! I’m too tihihihihihicklish for thihihihihihis!”

“Too ticklish?” Gen giggled, placing a kiss on his cheek in the midst of it all. “What a cute idea, Senku-chan~”

23) Lee Senku, Ler Gen

“That was the worst pun I’ve ever heard, you idiot,” Senku grumbled, flipping the morning paper over to the comic strips, eyes aimlessly scanning the pictures there. “It is way too early for you to be making puns that awful.”

“Oh, come on, Senku,” Gen whined. “I’m proud of that one!”

“You really shouldn’t be.”

“You’re just not a morning person.” The mentalist reached across the table to try and drag his partner’s coffee mug away in order to see his cute, grumpy, before-8am face, but Senku promptly reached one hand around the paper to stop him.

“If you don’t want to die, I suggest you leave my caffeine alone.” The scientist squeezed Gen’s wrist before letting it go. “It was your idea to wake me up at this ungodly hour of the morning to get to the Renaissance faire early. The least you can do is let me have my coffee first.”

Gen sighed dramatically. “I suppose that’s fair. But quit hiding behind that paper! I know you’re not really reading it, and I want to see your cute face.”

“Not happening.” There was silence. A chair scraped across the floor. Gen grasped the top of the paper, gently pushing it down until Senku had no choice but to give him a withering look. The adoring eyes he met almost melted him right then, but he remained steadfast. “What now?”

“You’re cute when you’re grumpy in the mornings,” Gen murmured, pushing the paper aside to kiss him gently on the lips. “I love it.”

Senku scoffed, turning his head to the side indignantly, hating the blush that he knew was giving him away. “Don’t get used to it. I’m only doing this so you can stop bugging me about it until next year.”

Gen chuckled and – without any warning whatsoever – grabbed onto the scientist’s sides, leaning down to begin peppering his sensitive neck with kisses at the same time.

Senku let out an actual shriek before exploding with laughter, trying to stand up from his seat but constantly pushed right back down by the force of Gen’s tickling and kissing. All he could do was sit there and take it. He flailed his arms, trying to beat his partner with the morning paper. Gen was undeterred, and Senku quickly lost this particular battle of wits the more his worst spots were assaulted in tandem.

“OKAY, OKAHAHAHAHAHAY!! YOU WIHIHIHIHIHIN, YOU IHIHIHIHIDIOT!! STOP IT – GEHEHEHEHEN, STAHAHAHAHAHAP!!” Senku grabbed onto his wrists, tossing his head back with laughter, and Gen took the opportunity to capture his mouth with his, silencing his hysterics in spurts as the scientist struggled and shrieked and pleaded for mercy. “AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE!! I GIVE UP – MMMPH!! – YOU WIHIHIHIHIHIN, I SAHAHAHAID!! GEN!! – MMMPH!! – GEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEN!!”

Gen gradually let up on his full-frontal assault but never actually stopped tickling, keeping his fingers lightly skittering over Senku’s sides, making the scientist smile despite himself, a few giggles still slipping out of him here and there. “Feeling better now, grumpy pants?”

“I hate you,” Senku mumbled, then squealed when Gen gave a sharp warning squeeze to his sides. “NO!! Okay, yes, fine – I’m all sunshine and rainbows. Just—” He shoved his partner away, blushing furiously as he reached for his mug. “Let me have my coffee first, you insane mentalist.”

“As you wish, Senku-chan~” Gen kissed his cheek. “Anything for my evil scientist~”

Senku groaned. “Seriously. Coffee first.”

24) Lee Senku, Ler Gen

“Ugh.” Senku flopped into Gen’s chest, throwing his arms around his neck. “I’m so tired.”

Gen felt a warmth blossom where Senku was resting on him. He smiled. “You should sleep. You deserve it.”

“I have too much to do still.”

“Then why complain?”

“Because you’re the only one I can complain to.”

That warmth became a blazing fire. Gen gently grasped his waist and tried to push him away. “Go to bed.”

Senku’s breath hitched. He let out a tiny huff into Gen’s shoulder, shooting his arms down to grab at the collar of his coat. “Stop.”

“Hmm?” Gen was confused at first, but then he noticed the positioning of his hands and gave Senku an endearing and mischievous smile. He squeezed again. “Come now, Senku. If you’re tired you should sleep. It’s science.”

“Dohohon’t lecture me about scihience.” Senku giggled softly into Gen’s shoulder, gripping his coat harder, refusing to move. “I’m the brahahains around here.”

“If you’d stop being so stubborn, I wouldn’t have to lecture you about science.” The mentalist glanced down, saw the beaming smile his partner was trying to hide in his shoulder, and the blazing fire became a smoldering furnace. He didn’t mean to squeeze Senku’s sides any harder, but he did, and when the scientist let out a yelp he decided it best to just keep going. “Senku-chan~ Go to beeeed~”

Senku’s cheeks and ears were turning a beautiful shade of rosy pink now. “Gehehehehehen…”

“Go to bed, or I’ll tickle you until you’re too exhausted to do anything else.”

“Ugh,” the scientist said again, finally lifting his head to look into Gen’s eyes. “You suck.”

Gen smirked. He curled his fingers inwards. Senku’s hands shot down to his wrists, laughter bursting out of him before he even realized it. “I’m sorry, what was that?”

“Nohohohohohoho! Okay, okahahahahay, I’ll sleheheheheep!” Senku pleaded, squirming and twisting until he’d managed to turn around, only for Gen to pull him against his chest once more, placing soft kisses along his neck. “Ehehehehahahahaha! Gen!”

“Sorry, Senku-chan~” Gen chuckled, the furnace becoming a volcano the longer he heard his partner’s sweet, genuine, exceedingly rare laughter. “You had your chance to go quietly. Now I’m afraid I’m having too much fun to let you go~”

25) Lee Senku, Ler Gen

“So, wait…” Gen shook his head, confused. “You’re saying items never actually touch each other? Like, even if I’m pressed right up against a wall, I’m not actually touching it?”

Senku pointed at him excitedly. “Exactly! Not on the atomic level. No two items ever actually touch, even if they’re pressed so close together that it looks like they are.”

Gen blinked. His head hurt a little. “That’s crazy.”

“It’s science! See, it works like this…” And off Senku went on his tangent, gushing about the physics behind the reality. He may as well have been speaking another language for all Gen understood (which was very little) but the mentalist couldn’t help but smile, content to let his friend nerd out as he often did. He found it amusing and – if he was honest – rather endearing as well.

The more Senku went on, however, the more Gen wished he could find a polite way to stop his rambling. He didn’t want to shut him down entirely; just give him a subtle hint that he’d lost interest a few minutes ago.

An idea struck him suddenly, and he smirked, waiting until Senku’s back was turned before leaping at him and grabbing his sides, digging his fingers in ruthlessly. “So you’re saying I’m not touching you right now, then? That must mean you can’t feel this, right? Huh, Senku?”

“GEHEHEHEHEHEHEN!!” Senku shrieked with laughter, grabbing the mentalist’s wrists, trying to pry him off. He wanted to protest and explain the science behind why he could, in fact, feel this merciless tickle attack, but his friend was going right for his weakest spot, and it was making it impossible to say much of anything except, “STAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!! GEN – GEHEHEN, PLEHEHEHEHEASE!!”

Gen chuckled. “I don’t know, Senku. It sure feels like I’m touching you enough to make you laugh and squirm to me!”

26) Lee Gen, Ler Senku

Gen stared at Senku incredulously, feeling shaky from his nerves, barely able to stand beside him at this point. “What did you say?”

“I said, ‘I know,’” Senku replied, looking at him with an amused smile. He shrugged. “I’m no mentalist but even I can read the subtle cues that you enjoy it.”

“How…how?” It was all Gen could say, stammering the words out in a rather un-Gen-like way. He’d mustered up every ounce of courage he had to say the words out loud, and Senku knew? He just knew? What kind of crazy, telepathic mad scientist washe?

“Well, for starters, you’re always doing something to provoke me into doing it. I don’t think you meant to at first, but once I did it the first time I noticed an uptick in effort on your part. It really wasn’t that hard to figure out from there.”

Gen felt heat on his cheeks and ducked his head. “Wow. And here I thought I was being careful about it.”

“Why should you be?” Senku smirked. “It’s harmless fun and it’s a way to shut you up when I need to focus. Sounds like a win-win to me.”

“But…” Gen started, then shook his head. “Ah, never mind. I really shouldn’t be surprised. It’s you, after all.”

Senku gave him a sidelong glance, then took a step toward him. Gen instinctively took a step back, then another, and another as the scientist advanced.

“Do you need more proof that you weren’t being that subtle after all?”

He’d backed himself against the trunk of a tree. Eyes widening, Gen barely had time to feel flustered before Senku was skittering his fingers along his sides playfully. “W-Wait – wahahahahait, Senku—!”

“For instance, right now you’re just standing there and taking it. You squirm a little but never actually try to push me away. And your smile is incredibly genuine. I’ve seen a lot of smiles from you, but never one that looks this purely joyous.”

“Stohohohohop tahahahahalking,” Gen pleaded, giggling both from the sensations and how embarrassed he was. Senku was right up in his face, smirking with pride. “Sehehehenku, please – stop lohohohohooking at me like thahahahat!”

“Like what?” Senku walked his fingers up toward the mentalist’s underarms. “I just think you’re being incredibly cute right now, that’s all.”

“Shuhuhuhuhut up! I cahahahan’t – Senku!” Gen squealed when his friend finally started scribbling into the hollows, making him dissolve into helpless, elated cackles. He squirmed against the trunk of the tree but made no move to try and get around it.

Senku just kept smirking at him. “Well, what did you expect? I have to assume you wanted this. After all, you did just tell me you like being tickled~”

27) Lee Senku, Ler Gen

Senku was cute when he was trying to be intimidating, Gen thought. He folded his arms in front of himself calmly, smiling at the scientist as he rambled about the dangers of picking and eating the wrong kinds of plants – plants he thought Gen had been out collecting instead of what they actually needed. Gen had been doing no such thing, but Senku was so worked up and it was just so cute, he couldn’t resist letting him go on for a while longer.

“You need to be more careful,” Senku finally said with a frustrated sigh, frowning at the mentalist. “Are you even listening to me? I don’t want to lose you because you ate the wrong kind of berry—”

Gen held up a finger as though to say “hold on,” then – when Senku paused and waited expectantly – he moved said finger to the scientist’s side and simply held it there.

Senku was cute when he was trying to remain composed.

“Don’t,” he said simply, his voice even but with a hint of nervousness in his eyes.

Gen chuckled. “For your information, Senku-chan, I was not gathering the wrong kinds of plants all day. Check my work if you like; everything we need is here. Nothing is poisonous.”

Senku’s eyes dropped to the bag at Gen’s feet. He moved as though to reach for it, but that’s when Gen moved his finger, wiggling in into his side, and Senku broke into a huge smile and shot back upright again. Gen, in turn, stopped his playful attack.

“You’re not going to actually let me look, are you?” the scientist muttered.

“I will,” Gen replied, grinning wickedly. “If you can inspect it while laughing your guts out.”

Senku visibly reacted to that statement, eyes widening and an adorable pink blush painting his cheeks. He shivered. He glanced at the bag, then at Gen, then the bag again. He dove for it, but Gen was faster, and this time he latched both hands onto Senku’s sides and dug in harshly while the scientist tried to inspect his work for the day, shrieking with giggles as he did so.

In the end they both got what they wanted – Senku was satisfied that Gen hadn’t accidentally brought poison back to the village, and Gen was satisfied that he’d made his friend laugh so hard he didn’t care anymore.

28) Lee Gen, Ler Senku

“What the…?” Senku muttered, swiping through the images on his phone. He gave Gen an incredulous, annoyed look. “Did you seriously just take twenty selfies on my phone? You only stole it for five seconds; that isn’t possible!”

“Nothing’s impossible, dear,” Gen giggled, flopping back on the couch with a satisfied smirk. “But now you have twenty pictures of me to choose from for your phone’s background. You’re welcome~”

“I’m going to delete them.”

“No!” Gen shot upright, reaching for the phone again.

“Hey! It’s my phone, Gen!” Senku grumbled, quickly tossing it onto the neighboring armchair so it was safely out of his partner’s reach. Then he tackled him back onto the couch and dug his fingers into his underarms. “Quit being so dramatic.”

“AIEEE!!” Gen squealed, trying and failing to arch his back. Instead he tossed his head back and unleashed a tsunami of laughter, legs kicking frantically in the air behind his grinning boyfriend. “NOHOHOHOHO!! DON’T – NO FAHAHAHAHAHAHAIR!! SEHEHENKUUUU!!”

“What’s the matter? You obviously wanted attention. I’m just giving you want you want, dear.” Senku chuckled, leaning down to kiss him while still tickling, soaking up his laughter with his lips, making Gen flush a gorgeous shade of pink.

Gen twisted his head to the side, trying to free himself to cackle hysterically without hindrance. “STAHAHAHAHAHAP!! SENKU – AGH!!” The scientist had pressed his lips into the crook of his neck, kissing and biting gently, still tickling his underarms ruthlessly. “NOHOHOHOHO!! S-SENKU, I – AGH, PLEASE – N-NOHOHOHOHOHOT BOHOHOHOHOHOTH!!”

Senku snickered, continuing his double attack until Gen was a mess of weakening laughter and breathless whimpers, begging for mercy – though of what variety, neither of them could tell.

“This is what you get for taking selfies on my phone,” Senku growled into his ear, giving one last harsh tickle before moving on to more passionate kisses instead.

Gen groaned appreciatively. “Keep rewarding me like this and I’ll never stop, Senku-chan~”

29) Lee Gen, Ler Senku

“You’re so loud. I’m trying to think here,” Senku grumbled, eyes glued to the blueprints on the table in front of him.

Behind him, Gen whined dramatically and flopped himself against the scientist’s back, putting all of his weight on him, forcing him to become distracted long enough to listen at least for a moment. “You work so hard, Senku. Can’t you take a break? We can go for a walk in the woods. We can even gather materials if it makes you feel better.”

“Get off of me. I’m trying to work, mentalist.”

Gen sighed.

Annoyed, Senku reached behind him to grab Gen’s sides, digging in deep, immensely satisfied with the shriek of surprise that flew from his friend’s lips, followed by him finally staggering backward, away from him. Before the mentalist could get any ideas about retaliation, Senku whirled around, wrapped his arms around Gen’s waist in a hug, and continued to tickle him mercilessly.

“Ah! No! Sehehehehehehenku!” Gen squealed, bursting into giggles. He pounded on the scientist’s back desperately, trying to push himself away, but Senku could be surprisingly strong when he put his mind to it. “Plehehehehehehehease!”

“This is what you get for being so irritating,” Senku growled, but there was a playfulness to his voice now that hadn’t been there a few moments before. “You want me to take a break? Fine. I’ll tickle you until you’re begging me to leave you alone.”

“Okahahahahay, I’m sohohohohohorry! Please, Sehehehenku!” Gen grabbed onto Senku’s shoulders, unable to do much more at this point than submit and giggle hysterically into his neck. “Stohohohohohohop!”

Senku gradually let up on his tickle attack, but didn’t let him go even as he pulled away, keeping his hands on the mentalist’s waist. “Are you going to leave me alone now?” Gen pouted a little, but nodded. Senku squeezed his hips one more time, then finally released him. “Good. Just give me another hour, Gen. Then we can go for that walk, okay?”

The mentalist lit up. “Promise?”

“Ten billion percent.”

30) Lee Senku, Ler Gen

Senku hovered at the top of the ladder, staring at his partner with an uneasy feeling in his stomach. Normally at this hour they’d travel up together and cuddle as they drifted off to sleep, but after today…

Gen’s back was to him. He’d rolled over the instant he saw Senku’s face. Now the scientist felt waves of guilt crashing over him. He knew the mentalist only had his best interests in mind, and their argument earlier had really been his own fault for refusing to listen to reason, which – admittedly – was very unlike him.

With a sigh, Senku climbed up the rest of the way, traveled to where their bedrolls still lay beside each other in the observatory, and knelt down. “Gen…I’m sorry,” he said quietly, barely above a whisper.

Gen didn’t move.

“I know I should have listened. I know I work harder than I should. It’s just – no.” Senku shook his head. “I won’t make excuses. You’re right. I’m sorry.”

There was a long silence. Senku gradually settled into his bedroll, facing his partner’s back sadly. He felt awful. He wanted to cuddle like usual, but he knew that probably wasn’t a good idea—

“I forgive you,” Gen said at last, finally rolling over to face him. He offered a sad smile. “Can we just…cuddle like normal for now? I’m too tired to talk this out. Is it okay to save it for the morning?”

Senku was so relieved he couldn’t help but express it outwardly. He nodded. “Definitely. Come here.”

They scooted closer to each other, shifting their blankets to fall over one another, foreheads pressed together, arms across each other’s waists. After a moment, Gen pinched Senku’s side, making him giggle in surprise. He squirmed, but the mentalist only pulled him closer and kept pinching.

“I’m too tired to talk it out,” Gen murmured into his neck, kissing him there softly. “But I’m never too tired to teach you a lesson, Senku-chan~”

Senku felt happiness explode in his chest, making his giggling come out brighter and more childlike than before. He gripped Gen’s coat, mirth spilling from him in waves. “I suppohohose I d-deseheheherve it, don’t I?”

“Yes.” Gen squeezed his side harshly, pulling a bark of laughter from his scientist. “Yes, you do.”

#fanfiction #tickle drabbles #compilation #quick prompts #sentence starters #coffee shots #ishigami senku #asagiri gen #sengen #dr. stone #dr stone

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katiea03 · 3 years

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hellu! a friend led me to your account and i wanted to req smth right away! i'm a girl who loves hurt comfort so can you do smth with tsukki and kenma where reader doesn't like sitting on their lap or getting carried because she doesn't want to squish them?? thanks bby ❤

❣︎Reader Scared To Sit On Their Lap❣︎

Thx you sm for the request! This one hit home as this is lowkey a insecurity I have but I had a lot of fun writing it! 👁👅👁

❣︎Warnings❣︎: Weight,suggestive

❣︎Genre❣︎: Hurt/comfort, lil fluff

❣︎Featuring❣︎: Tsukishima, Kenma, Oikawa

❣︎A/N❣︎: This is my first official request and I’m really excited how it came out! I/ve never written a scenero or hurt/comfort before but i really liked it! I threw Oikawa in with the other two because of how perceptive he really is. I feel like people forget how smart Oikawa is so he gets a lil love. Am I really starting to become an Oikawa simp maybeeee ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Probably for the first time ever, Tsukishima Kei was clingy. You were hanging out at his place after school as you usually did but today you couldn’t help but notice how tightly Tsuki held onto your hand, or how he would use your head as a resting place for his more often. You obviously weren’t opposed, just surprised by his sudden change in character.

You looked through the kitchen for snacks when Tsukishima hugs you from behind. You jump a little and turn in his arms to see him with his signature smirk that made your knees weak “What’s gotten into you today?”

He looked at you amused “What do you mean?”

He rests his hands on your hips , “You’ve been very touchy that’s all.”

“You don’t like it?” He looks as if he’s about to pull away. You pull him in quickly before he has a chance to pull away. Resting your head on his chest,

“I never said that. I think it's really nice.” You take in the fresh scent of his hoodie.

“Oh yea?” There’s a faint smugness to his words that you recognized instantly

“Yea.” And before you knew it, you felt yourself being lifted up. Panic rushed through you and you tried your best to squirm out of his grasp,

“Put me down! Please just put me down.” Tsukishima could sense the gravity in your voice and put you on the kitchen counter.

“What’s wrong Y/n.” He could see the uneasy look on your face and wondered what he did wrong. You stood silent, not making eye contact with him.

“Babe what is it… did I hurt you?” You remained quiet. Tsuki didn’t want to push you to say anything you didn’t want to, but he was concerned.

“If you don’t want to say anything that okay bu-“

“I’m worried I’ll break you…” Your voice came out shallow. Tsuki almost laughed, not because what you said was funny, but because of how ridiculous the notion was, “What do you mean?”

Still not being able to look at him, you croak out, “I’m scared I’m too heavy for you.” At this point you’re trying to hold back tears. You’re weight has always been such a huge insecurity for you, and truly having to admit it was almost embarrassing.

Tsuki cups your cheek, forcing you to look at him. He had no idea you felt this way, and he wasn’t too sure what to say so the kitchen was almost awkwardly silent. You were about to pull your face away when he tells you,

“Do you know how ridiculous you sound right now?” You snap your head to look directly at him. That wasn’t the type of response you were expecting.

“I love you, and no matter what size you are that won’t change. But no, you won’t break me, I’m almost 6’4.”

You choke out a laugh and wipe the tears that brimmed at your eyes,

“Yea but Kei, you’re built like praying mantises!” Tsuki poked you before throwing you over his shoulder and carried you to the living room. You shrieked kicking your legs as genuine laughter escaped your lip.

This would be the first night you would be spending the night at Kenma’s place. He’s spent countless nights at yours but you finally asked to spend the night at his.

Stepping out of the shower, hair wet, and wearing one of his hoodies, you go to look for him. Along the way you inspected his apartment more. There was nothing too special about it, it wasn’t the neatest by any means but you could tell he tidied up a bit before you came. You passed by his living room and saw only a couple photos. He didn’t look too enthusiastic in them but a small smile laced your face seeing him with his friends and family.

You quietly make your way down the hall to his gaming room, and with a soft knock, you creak open the door. Kenma was intensely staring at his computer screen with his huge gaming headset on with his hair messily pulled back. He couldn’t hear you come in but he sensed your presence and turned his head to you.

He softly smiled at you and slid off one side of his headset to hear you properly.

You walked behind his chair and peered at the screen , “So what are you playing right now?” Kenma focuses back on the game and mumbles, “ Rainbow…”

A minute or two goes by of you just wanting his hands rush across the keyboard. His face stayed as neutral as ever, the only indication of stress was the tiny crease that bunched in between his eyebrows. He wins another game and takes off his headset while waiting for the next round to start. He pulled your hand around to sit you into his lap but you backed up and settled on sitting on the arm of his chair. He could see how uncomfortable you were and peered up at you.

“What’s wrong?” You sat a little straighter, “Nothings wrong Kozu.”

He looks up at you unconvinced, “Y/n”

You crossed your arms and try putting on your best face. Unfortunately for you, Kenma knew them all.

“Tell me, what is it?” He took one of your hands in his, softly rubbing his thumb over your palms. You searched his face for any way out of this inevitable conversation you landed in, but to no avail. You sighed and stared intently at the screen in front of you.

“What if I’m too heavy?” What you asked didn’t process in his head for a moment. But when it did, he instantly pulled you into his lap without warning. You go to stand up but he wraps his arms around you, holding you down. You hide your face in his polyester t-shirt feeling extremely self-conscious. You slowly feel yourself calm down and you get yourself more comfy on his lap.

“See you aren’t too heavy.” Kenma is a man of very few words, but as he ran his fingers through your wet hair, you couldn’t have felt more safe and loved.

The next match started and as he slid on his headset (only one ear had it on), you stayed there watching him play. You felt yourself doze off in probably the most comfortable position you had ever been in.

Oikawa was going on about another ridiculous alien conspiracy documentary and was begging to watch it for tonight’s Friday movie marathon. He already had his ‘stylish’ purple alien socks along with his even more ‘trendy’ neon green space martian shirt (according to him of course!). He was already comfy on the worn down couch he owned with tons of blankets.

You come out from the kitchen wearing a big t-shirt of his with the popcorn and set it on the coffee table.

“Oh my beautiful Y/n, what would I do without you?” He sits up on the couch with his head in his hands.

“Probably starve and die.” Oikawa opens the blanket waiting for you to cuddle on the couch with him,

“Rude, but you’re probably right.” He pats at his lap and you come closer to the couch, nervously taking a seat next to him rather than sitting on his lap. You turn on the couch looking for the remote when Oikawa outbursts,

“Ummm excuse me?” He has a hand on his heart with an exasperated look on his face.

You turn to him pretending to be clueless but as you play with your fingers, Oikawa knew something was wrong.

“Shawty, is my lap not good enough for you?” He puts on his best fuck boy face to try and make you laugh- and it usually did, but not this time. He drops the act and pulls your leg onto his.

“Spill, what’s going on?”

Not a sound comes from your lips and you just continue to look down at your lap.

With an extra dramatic sigh he wipes fake tears from his eyes, “ If you're not gonna say anything, I’m gonna have to assume you have terminal cancer.”

You shoot up with wide eyes,

“No!” With that Oikawa throws his head back laughing and you can’t help but laugh too. Eventually the laughter dies down and Oikawa has his serious face again.

“So are you gonna tell me what’s going on now?”

It’s quiet for another moment before you actually speak, “I don’t really wanna talk about it babe.” Of course, Oikawa wasn’t satisfied with that answer.

He takes both of your hands in his and kisses them both gently.

“Y’know you can tell me anything.” He was genuinely a little hurt that you felt like you couldn’t talk to him about whatever it was.

“Yeah I know, it's just-I .” You took a deep breath as you felt the tears sting your eyes. Oikawa waited patiently,

“I just feel like I’m too heavy for stuff like that.” Small tears began to stream down your cheek, but Oikawa wiped them away before they could fall too far.

Oikawa’s heart broke wiping away your tears. He had no idea you were dealing with this. He feels the tiniest bit of futile guilt. Despite it not being his fault, he wishes he could’ve done something to make you feel better about yourself. He kisses the top of your head before telling you,

“You are beautiful exactly the way you are, and I’m gonna prove it to you. I promise you.”

You feel your face go warm at his promise to you as he easily lifts you onto his lap. He pulls you into a deep kiss, and as your lips connect you feel the worry and anxiety melt from your body. His kisses trail to your collarbone and the collar of his shirt falls down one side of your shoulder. He leaves a sweet kiss on the edge of your shoulder,

“I don’t care if it takes all night baby.”

He looks up at you with such adoration, you know what he was saying was true. The way he looked at you made you feel beautiful inside and out.

Oikawa was true to his word, and made sure to worship you like you deserved.

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hournites · 3 years

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A lot of ways to love you (teach me through your eyes)

Hournite Week Day 7: Love Languages

Summary: Words of Affirmation, Acts of Service, Gifts, Quality Time, Touch. Or, Rick, Beth, and their many languages of love.

Thank you for coming along on this first HN week journey with me! ❤️

~.~

Words of Affirmation

Beth found Rick by himself at the corner of their shared history class, carving his initials into the desk. She didn’t understand why he’d put himself there. It was like a brooding corner to be miserable.

“Hey,” she said, taking the seat in front of his desk. “What’s wrong?”

Rick dug deeper to splinter the wood. “They think I cheated on my chem test.”

Without asking, Beth unzipped Rick’s bag to pull out the test. Rick let her.

She gaped at him as she scanned over the F and comments from the teacher. He always treated Beth kindly when they passed in the halls, but she never actually had Mr. Geralds. Chemistry wasn’t her strong suit like Rick, but there wasn’t a doubt that she’d given some of the same answers with a great grade from the other science teacher. “Are you serious? That’s crazy. You’re going to contest that, right?”

“You’re not going to even ask if I did?”

“I know you didn’t, you’re too smart.”

“I used to steal shit,” he muttered under his breath and dropped his pencil. “Haven’t heard you say I’m too smart for that.”

Beth slipped his test into her folder to return to at a later time, right now focusing on Rick.

“Hey, that’s not fair.” When Rick wouldn’t meet her eyes, she leaned in closer. “Look at me.”

Rick did.

“You know you deserved a good grade. And you’ve done what you did to get by.” She glanced at the vandalism briefly. “There are people here who know you’re better than what the majority of the town thinks.” She lowered her voice to keep her next words between them. “You’re a hero. You’ve helped save everyone in this town. So show them who you really are.”

She smiled when he let out a small huff, she knew he was listening. “I’ll go to the principal’s office with you, and we can get Pat to vouch for us. We both know that for Chem you should be in AP.”

“It’s really not that big of a deal,” he lied, shifting uncomfortably from all her nice words.

“If it weren’t a big deal, you wouldn’t have done that.” She pointed at the roughened mess he’d made of the school desk. “I know you better than you think.”

Act of Service

“Has anyone seen Beth?”

Rick walked around the main area of Pat’s cabin. It was after 2 AM. Barbara and Jennie were making late-night comfort food in the kitchen. Pat was manning the first aid station, tending to Mike, Jakeem and Yolanda’s injuries from Sportsmaster. Courtney was bonding or something with the staff in some strange ritual she had after a life-threatening mission. Rick just stepped out of the shower, washing the grime from his arms and face.

“She’s upstairs, I think!” Yolanda called, holding her ribs from her seat on top of the table. Rick shook his head when Pat admonished her not to yell. Rick made it up the stairs two at a time, stopping when he found Beth with her packed school bag on the floor in front of the couch. She was searching through papers, openly crying. She hadn’t even taken her cape off yet.

Rick crouched down beside her. “Hey,” he said softly. She looked utterly exhausted. “Are you okay? You said you didn’t get hurt.”

“I’m not hurt.” She hiccuped, flipping through more papers, a little hysterical. It looked like it was for school. “I can’t find my math assignment. It’s due tomorrow morning.”

“Did you finish it?” he asked.

“I don’t remember.” She wiped at her tears as she cried harder. “I might’ve left it at home, I can’t find it. I’m too tired, I can’t think.”

“Yeah,” Rick agreed. His bones were weary but he had always felt the least affected after battling it out with the ISA. He suffered plenty of superficial cuts and bruises, but he hardly felt them because his hourglass really protected him. He couldn’t imagine the hit the night must’ve taken on Beth’s body. Pat was going to be driving them back to main Blue Valley at 4 or 5 o’clock in the morning to get them back to school. It wasn’t ideal, but it was a random Wednesday. It’s not like they had a choice.

“Did you ask Chuck?”

“No.” Her lip wobbled, face contorting into another sob. Rick regretted asking. It was clear she was far too drained. It would’ve been simple to have asked Chuck to scan her bag to find out, but she hadn’t thought of it.

“Okay, okay,” Rick said. “Go to bed. You’re not going to be able to do the homework now even if you found it.” Rick got up to get to the top of the stairs, calling down for Barbara.

When he returned, he helped her up and managed to get her to let go of her school bag. “We’ll look for it before we leave, okay?” Rick ran a hand through his damp hair, his own eyelids started to droop. “I promise you’ll get it done before school.”

Barb joined them upstairs and coaxed Beth to change out of her suit, leading her downstairs with her regular clothes and a promise of a warm bed and tea.

Rick followed to grab Chuck when Beth wasn’t looking, turning him on once alone to help identify if this alleged math homework was even in her bag. Together they found what she was talking about. Ten problems of pre-calc. She was right. It was rushed and not done.

Rick sighed, tucking it under his arm. He said goodnight to the rest and retired to his assigned room. He turned on the lamp on the desk where he first solved the code of his father’s journal, spreading out the assignment and using Chuck as a calculator. It dawned on him an hour later as he rubbed at his tired eyes how he would be staying up all night to finish homework that wasn’t even his.

Gifts

Beth was immersed in her book when two hands landed on her collarbone. She looked down, touching the skin at the opening of her shirt when she felt the weight of something new at the base of her throat.

“What’s this?”

Rick murmured in her ear from behind. “An early birthday present.”

She let out a soft gasp when he finished with the clasp. A tiny brass hourglass pendant with sand just like Hourman’s trickled steadily beside her rainbow pendant.

“Woah.” She glanced up at him. “You got me an hourglass?” She bit down on her lip, dread creeping into her mind when she realized this had to be expensive. She struggled to voice what she was feeling out loud, but Rick must’ve caught the complicated expression on her face. He smoothed his hand along the sleeve of her cardigan and reassured her the cost didn’t push him into any kind of financial ruin.

“Did you not realize I’ve been working for Pat before school? I had some spare cash. Trust me, there’s nothing better I’d spend my money on.”

The puzzle clicked into place. Beth had been meeting Rick at the Pit Stop every morning before school for what felt like months now. It made sense he was there to work on the cars. Beth felt her face heat up at his implicit soft-spoken confession. “Thank you,” she said in a whisper, still in awe. The necklace was beautiful and she felt fuzzy ever since his hands were on her neck. “I love it.”

His eyes, usually hardened and defensive, skilled at warding off unwanted attention, now creased at the corners. Gentle, quiet, yearning, he watched her accept his gift. “I’m glad.”

Impulsively she asked, “Could you unclasp the rainbow one?”

Rick did. The chain pooled in her palm. She shook her head, pushing it to his chest. “You should have it.”

His brows furrowed in response. “You want to give me your... rainbow necklace?”

She flushed when he said it like that. She toyed with her new one, looking at him from beneath her lashes. “Well…” she said. “I have something of you, now you can have a symbol of me.”

Rick let out a small laugh. Beth was pretty sure if this were anyone else he’d say it was stupid, so she couldn’t help the surge of pride when he nestled her necklace around his own neck.

“How does it look?”

It was actually twisted. She flattened it so it would look the way it was supposed to over the collar of his shirt. Rick didn’t complain, but it was bright and cheery and clashed with his entire self. Beth bit her lip, withholding another laugh, and took pity on him, changing her mind to tuck the necklace underneath. “Perfect now.”

“Beth, I hate to interrupt this moment but you will be late for school if you don’t leave the Pit Stop in the next five minutes.”

Chuck broke them out of their weird double transfixion. They both found themselves smiling shyly at each other, neither truly wanting to move.

“Come on,” he said after another few moments of them smiling at each other without moving. “Put your bike in my trunk. I’ll drive you.”

Quality Time

When Rick stopped by at Beth’s locker, she was talking to Charity, a new close friend she made over the summer volunteering at the Blue Valley Community Centre.

“Hey,” Rick greeted, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, waiting for Beth to visit.

“Hey,” Charity said back. She swept her blonde bangs out of her face to continue their conversation.

“Charity had a great idea that we should enter for the sustainability case competition,” Beth filled in.

“We’re going to need at least a month to prepare. I was thinking we could meet Tuesdays and Thursdays after school?”

Rick stuck a hand in his pocket, sullen. Thursdays were their days, unofficially. Not that they’ve ever said so out loud, but with JSA training afternoons the rest of the week, Beth working on a case competition their days off basically meant not getting to see her. Which was fine. It happened. Rick just wishes it didn’t have to.

“I can’t on Thursdays,” Beth told her. She glanced up at Rick to give him a smile. He straightened up, meeting her gaze with obvious surprise. “Those are our nights.”

Charity paused, watching the two with curious eyes.

“We can cancel,” Rick found himself saying and actually meaning it. “You don’t have to stay on my account.”

Beth’s nose scrunched up as she shook her head, mind already made. “Nah. Sorry Charity, Thursday doesn’t work for me. Take out your schedule, maybe we have a shared free period somewhere.”

“Oh, yeah, sure! Okay!”

Rick ducked his head to hide his smile as Charity fished through her bag for her agenda.

Touch

When Beth stumbled out of the cell she’d been bound in, she hadn’t realized just how long she’d been gone. She was hungry and exhausted and felt horrifically dirty in her soiled Dr. Mid-Nite suit, but then she got a glimpse of Hourman nearly pushing the others in his rush to get to her all she could feel was relief.

Rick cupped her face, eyes squeezed shut as he held her close, his thumbs brushed along her cheeks, under her dry eyes. She felt the buzz of adrenaline rushing through him just by being so near, but the way he touched her was gentle, so gentle.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” he whispered, a startling unfamiliar word to fall in succession like that, coming from Rick. His hands flew to the crown of her cowl, tugging it down to kiss her forehead again and again. “Thank you.”

I’m okay now, she tried to comfort him, though her words were choked, smothered out by the crushing weight of it all. He was crying as his lips brushed over her face. It wasn’t his stamina. The buzz, she felt. Rick was shaking. It hit her then, that maybe he wasn’t sure Beth was ever going to come back. Beth had scared him. He was scared.

Beth vaulted with her tired, numb legs, reaching to wrap her arms around his neck. Her mind went calm for the first time since before they left home, muscles relaxing as she let Rick scoop her up.

She was safe. She was home.

Beth was loved.

#hournite week #hournite #hournite week 21 #hournites fic #love languages #fluff #hurt/comfort #i'm proud of this one

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platypanthewriter · 3 years

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Soda

This is for Harringrove April day 12, Soda! The dude in Steve's night class is a little grouchy, and a little beautiful.

Steve locked up his photography studio, set his shoulders, and drove to the college.

He rethought all his choices as he stared around at all the children in the college classroom, and wondered for a second whether he’d wandered into a highschool. The thought made him shudder, and he stood rooted with dread in the doorway as somebody edged past, growling under his breath.

The dude dropped into a seat in the middle of the class, shoved the hood back on his burgundy hoodie, and looked like he was Steve’s age, so Steve headed over. He’d just walked up when the guy squinted at the whiteboard, muttered furiously under his breath, and moved two seats closer to the front. He had tawny curls pulled back in a messy bun, a stubbly, well-defined jaw, and crow’s feet, and Steve shifted forwards to stay next to him, breathing a sigh of relief. He grinned as he listened to the muttering.

“Hey,” Steve said, then watched the guy bury his head in his arms, pulling the hood back over his face. “...glad to see somebody else who isn’t twelve,” Steve tried again.

The guy snorted. “Yeah, we’ll see how long I last,” he groaned. “You know how sometimes when you know you’re gonna fuck up, you might as well sooner than…” he rolled his head to smirk over at Steve, and then his blue-gray eyes widened, and he trailed off, licking his lips. Steve waited politely as he cleared his throat. “...later?” he whispered.

“You have to stay in this class,” Steve hissed as the teacher came in, grinning. “You’re the only one I can talk to, you won’t fuck up, come on.”

The guy blinked slowly at him, then ducked his head, smirking again, and grabbed a tumbler off the floor and slurped at it. “It’s soda,” he shot over, rattling the ice.

“Okay,” Steve said, laughing, and nodding at the low sun pouring in. “I won’t rat you out, man, I wish I had something cold right now.”

The dude laughed, and Steve jumped on his chance.

“Come back tomorrow and the next soda’s on me,” he whispered out the side of his mouth, and got back a warm grin.

After class, the guy climbed up to sit on his desk, facing Steve with a smile like a lighthouse beam now he was awake. He had circles under his eyes, and it looked like he didn’t have a shirt on under his hoodie, just tan skin all the way down, but Steve had had rough mornings too. “I’m Billy,” the guy said, leaning in and cocking his head. “You wanna go for—”

“Uh, Steve, I’m Steve,” Steve said, wincing at his own lightning wit. “What kind of soda you want me to bring?”

“Oh,” said the guy, going still for just a second, like Steve had said something weird, and just as Steve was trying to figure out what it was, he laughed and hopped off the desk. “Sprite or something, whatever’s fine.”

Steve jogged to catch up. “No caffeine?”

“...doesn’t matter,” Billy sighed, walking faster, and Steve slowed down, and let him get away.

The next day Billy had on a rainbow chainmail bracelet, and Steve grinned as he handed over two cans of sprite. “That’s neat,” he said, pointing to it, and Billy narrowed his eyes, studying Steve’s face like he was acting suspicious as hell. After a few seconds, Steve laughed nervously. “I’m not gonna steal it,” he said, and Billy groaned into his arms.

He agreed to study before class at the picnic tables outside, though, and Steve got treated to hours of his freckled face sipping his soda, and grimacing faintly, like it was a depressing surprise every time. When Steve went to take a piss, he grabbed some root beer and some Squirt, to see if that got a better reaction, and Billy blinked, then grinned his laser beam grin.

Didn’t look like he liked them better, though. The next time Steve was at the grocery store, he hit the fancy aisle. He bought elderflower soda, and ginger brew, and orange cream. At the last minute he stuck a kombucha in his basket, just to see what face Billy would make.

It was satisfyingly revolted—betrayal, and disbelief—but Steve grabbed it back, laughing his ass off. “Don’t drink that,” he cackled, “—I’m sorry, I’m sorry!”

“See if I take notes for you again, you fuck,” Billy grumbled, wiping his tongue with a napkin, but his ears and cheeks were turning pink, and Steve couldn’t stop snickering.

As the semester went on, Billy started wearing a rainbow lanyard, and rainbow clips holding his flyaway curls, and a big ol’ sticker of a cat shitting rainbows on his soda tumbler.

“Wow, you sure like rainbows,” Steve said when the barrettes appeared, instead of his first impulse, which was to offer his ex’s little sister’s abandoned hair care collection. It had pink plastic poodles clips. Billy’d have looked hilarious in them, grouching about midterms and scratching his graying stubble, and Steve bit back a smile.

Billy stared at him, then grabbed his soda tumbler and drank, holding eye contact. It was full of the lavender lemon artisan soda Steve had found on sale, and Billy spluttered, coughing. “Where do you find this shit,” he asked, grimacing, and Steve laughed.

“I can stop. You just make this face when you drink soda—”

Billy’s mouth quirked, and he sighed. “...nah, it’s...uh. It’s...nice.”

“Don’t fall all over yourself in gratitude,” Steve told him, and Billy kicked at his legs under the table.

“It’s not like you aren’t having the time of your life feeding me this shit,” he hissed, and Steve snickered.

Billy started talking again about dropping out around midterms, fiddling incessantly with his soda, and losing sleep again, if the crinkly, bruised skin under his eyes was anything to go on. “I’m gonna fail anyway,” he breathed. “Why did I even register, I always do this, I get—”

“You’re not gonna fail,” Steve hissed, then stared at the whiteboard. “Are you?! You said I was getting it! Are we both failing?!”

“No!” Billy laughed. “No, no.” He reached across the aisle and squeezed Steve’s shoulder. “No, man, you’re good, you’re fine—”

“Don’t say that shit then,” Steve told him, narrowing his eyes, and Billy took a deep breath and blew out, swallowing. “Look,” Steve said, steepling his hands—like he always had to stretch them after basketball—the way Robin always said looked like a supervillain. “Look, okay, come over. Before midterms. We can get a pizza. Stay the night. We’ll play Super Mario and go to bed at like eight pm like we’re in first grade.”

Billy cocked his head, biting his lips together.

“I’ll make sure you study and get to sleep,” Steve said, leaning closer, and Billy laughed, kind of darkly. “Lemme know,” Steve said, and slid the weirdest soda he’d found recently—Schooner’s Coffee Cola—over like they were making an under-the-table drug deal.

Billy looked down at it and burst into snickers, curling forward to rest his face in his arms on the desk, and then kinda sighed tiredly, and half-smiled over at Steve, and Steve wondered what he’d said wrong.

Steve came early every day to grab their picnic table, and Billy showed up more and more, in rainbow sneakers, and after a while, a purple button-up, unbuttoned, with rainbow pinstripes. Steve watched him wave his soda and cigarette around, and swear about the people calling tech support. “I get my degree, they said they can promote me,” he said, sighing.

“Sounds like you deserve it,” Steve told him, with a suave double thumbs-up into finger-guns that nearly made Billy spit his soda.

“I brought you cherry-lime,” Steve told him, waggling his eyebrows, and the bottle, and Billy groaned, holding his hand out, and Steve pulled it back. “You can say no,” he pointed out, and Billy laughed, waggling his fingers.

“I’m weak to peer pressure,” he said, grabbing it, unscrewing it, and dumping it right in with whatever was in there while Steve looked on in horror. He tossed back a swig, and then grunted, grimacing, and pressing his lips together, his eyes shut tight.

“Spit it out! Spit it out!” Steve yelped, snickering. “My feelings won’t be hurt!”

Billy pressed the back of his hand to his mouth, and swallowed with a shudder, and Steve tried to yank the tumbler away from him, but Billy jerked it away, waving it in the air. “Not so bad,” he gasped, lying. “Want some?”

“Don’t do it!” Steve hissed, trying to grab it, but laughing so hard he was clumsy. Billy finally chugged it despite Steve’s melodramatic pleas, and Steve threw an arm around him, cackling and leaning into Billy’s shoulder. Billy had an enamel pin on his denim collar of a carton of milk that said 100% HOMO, and Steve snorted, laughing harder, yanking out his phone. “Can I get a picture of your pin?”

Billy turned to frown at him, then frowned and patted his collar, and bit his lips together, raising his eyebrows.

“My best friend’s a lesbian,” Steve told him. “She’d love it.” That got him a slow blink, and then Billy nodded.

He seemed distracted after that, and didn’t look at Steve during class.

“...I have a really horrible soda I was saving for after midterms,” Steve told him after class, running to catch up.

“If it’s shitty, why’d you buy it,” Billy hissed at him, and stalked off, and Steve watched him go, squeezing his bag with the terrible-sounding dandelion-burdock soda.

“I fucked up,” Steve told Robin, sitting in his car. “I don’t know, he’s pissed—”

“This the guy with the 100% HOMO pin?” she asked dryly, and Steve blinked.

“Yeah, but I mean, I wasn’t a dick about it, or anything?”

“Hrm,” she said. “I saw some of that soda. Maybe he’s mad you poisoned him, you ever think of that?”

“I guess,” Steve sighed.

“Maybe he’s just not into you?” she suggested, with what sounded like a grimace. “I mean, just because he’s gay—”

“Wait, what?” Steve asked. “No, I—I didn’t hit on him, jesus—”

“...wait, what? What are we talking about, then?” Robin asked flatly. “What’d you fuck up, if you weren’t asking him out?”

“...he might just stop talking to me,” Steve said, wincing. “He stomps off a lot.” He considered. “Uh, I could—I could wear that bi pride shirt you got me. See if he says anything.”

“...he might just think you love pink and purple unicorns,” Robin said, but it sounded like she was snickering, so he took it as a win, and when he got home, he puttered around through the bi stuff he’d gotten at Pride—he tied on the friendship bracelet, and relaced his shoes with the pink, blue, and purple laces, and put the belt buckle on with the speech bubble that said ‘Be Gay, Do Crimes’ like his dick was talking.

He looked like a very pretty princess in the mirror, but a hot one, he thought, taking a couple of selfies of the way the tight unicorn shirt clung to his biceps and pecs.

Billy didn’t show up the next day, or answer texts, though the professor said he’d emailed in. Steve texted a picture of ginger ale, grimacing. “I got you an antidote, I’m sorry,” he sent, but he didn’t hear anything until the day of midterms, when Billy was already slumped on his desk when Steve came in, even though he’d have had to walk the whole long way around the building to avoid their table.

Steve settled in and tried not to nervously click his pen, or tap his foot, or squeak his shoe against the leg of his desk, but eventually Billy shot him a glare, and then just...stared. Steve glanced over at him, cautiously, and the instructor cleared her throat. “Eyes front!” she called, and Billy swerved his glower back to his own test, staring down at it until he shook his head, and started scribbling with a will. He was one of the first to turn his test in, and then he stood by the door with his eyes on Steve’s pen, as Steve tried to write an essay.

The classroom slowly emptied, and there Steve was, dressed like a unicorn princess man, and utterly failing his midterm. His teacher glanced up from her book occasionally, and then glanced at the clock, and once, she sighed, and Billy stood there watching Steve be a moron.

He had to already know, Steve figured, rereading the question one more time, and understanding less. Billy’d helped him with homework assignments, and notes, and seen what an idiot he was, and that was why he’d never said anything despite being 100% HOMO. Steve bit his lips as the words ran together.

He gave up on the last question, and turned in his exam with a sinking feeling of finality. He grabbed his bag, heard the swish of the definitely-gross soda in there, and groaned in the back of his throat.

“Do you just fucking like unicorns,” Billy asked, falling into step with him as he left the room, and Steve was left with the announcement he’d been trying to avoid, so Billy wouldn’t have to avoid him. “...bi...corns,” he mumbled, and Billy said “Fuck,” and grabbed his face, kissing him hard, then laughing awkwardly and gentling it. His lips were soft and warm, and a little chapped.

He tasted like soda. Steve ran his fingers over the rainbow hair clips, and through the curls at the back of Billy’s neck, kissing that smile finally. Billy sighed shakily against his mouth, yanking Steve closer by his unicorn-shirted shoulders. “Jesus, why didn’t we do this sooner,” he breathed.

“Why didn’t you,” Steve muttered, cupping Billy’s jaw and kissing him again, instead of letting him answer. “...wearing all that Pride shit, but you never asked me out, I figured it was kinda obvious you—”

“I what,” Billy hissed, and then scowled. “No, wait, you shithead, I waited that whole damn time, I drank like four cans of Sprite, and then I couldn’t miss you coming out—”

He’d been nervously sucking it down the whole test, and Steve thought he might have grabbed more while he waited—and sure enough, he shoved Steve away, as Steve laughed, then leaned back in for one more hard press of lips, and said “Shit, I gotta take a piss, I’ll be right back, don’t fucking move.”

The whole school was quiet in the early evening, as everyone ran home after night classes. Steve waited. When he heard the squeak of Billy’s sneakers echoing in the silent halls, he dug out the awful soda.

“I got this for you,” he said, as Billy ran around the corner, looking around like Steve might be gone. “—but I wanted to ask if I could—let’s go out, somewhere,” Steve said, laughing nervously.

“Jesus, anywhere,” Billy said, laughing as he took the soda, and Steve’s hand. “On a date, right? It’s a date. For real. This time.”

“This time?” Steve asked, leaning in to kiss his smirk, and then again, as Billy’s eyes closed, and he made a contented noise in the back of his throat. Steve snickered, kissing along his stubbly jaw, and then had to kiss his mouth so he’d grin again.

Neither of them wanted to stop, but finally Billy pushed him back, laughing and flushed. “Don’t wanna get arrested for indecent exposure,” he said, smiling, and then looked down at the soda Steve had handed him. He raised his eyebrows. “...dandelions? That’s a new low.”

“You really probably shouldn’t drink it,” Steve laughed, giddy at the feeling of Billy’s hand in his. He leaned in for another kiss, feeling Billy’s root beer-flavored lips part against his, and Billy’s lips curving in a wide, irrepressible smile. “Come on, there’s a bar around the corner. I’ll get you something better.”

Billy stilled for just a second, and then ran alongside him, like the bar was gonna run away. “So we’re dating now, right,” he said, and Steve laughed, grinning over.

“You expect more? You greedy fuck, after I bought you like a shipping crate of soda.”

“You owe me for that soda,” Billy told him, laughing.

When they reached the bar, Steve hauled him to a table.

“What can I get you,” Steve asked him. “Not soda, not if it’s running my debt up.”

Billy’s fingers whitened on his soda tumbler, and he licked his lips. “...don’t think you’re gonna wanna pay?”

“Come on, it’s a date,” Steve told him, laughing, and Billy echoed it, softly, glancing at the menu above the bar.

“...I am bad against peer pressure,” he said, swallowing.

“No pressure,” Steve said quickly, “—just it’s a date, I’ll treat you—”

“Wonder how bad I fucked up the test,” Billy said, laughing. “Where’s today going.”

“What?” Steve asked, feeling like the conversation was getting away from him.

“...double whiskey,” Billy said, with a crooked grin, dropping into his chair. “Go big or go home, right?”

“I didn’t…” Steve paused, thinking of the way Billy’s hand always reached for the tumbler, but he always looked startled and kind pissed off by what was in it. Peer pressure, he thought, grimacing, and remembered how Billy had been excited about a date, but stalled out when Steve suggested a bar. “No, no, I didn’t—they’ve, um, they’ve got...mocktails. Billy. I just—you don’t like soda, maybe—um, iced coffee, or—”

Billy stared at him, his hands tightening further as his shoulders hunched. “Shit,” he whispered.

“You don’t have to drink,” Steve told him, pretty sure his guess was right, and wondering how badly he’d fucked up, this time. “Fuck, I’m sorry, this place was just—close, we can go, uh, what—what if—dinner?!”

“You just—you fucking figured out I’m a fucking alcoholic, and you want dinner?” Billy growled, rubbing his face and groaning.

“I should have asked you where you wanted to go,” Steve admitted, grimacing. “Shit, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to—make you, uh, make you tell me...anything. D’you still want a date?!”

“Yeah, I fucking want a date,” Billy snarled back, and Steve laughed with relief, dragging him back outside by the hand, and leaning in to kiss him around his bared teeth.

“...let’s get you something that’s not soda, though,” Steve whispered against his lips, laughing.

“Fuck, you seriously don’t care?” Billy asked, pulling away to stare into his face. “...I’m a mess. I’m working at a fucking call center. I kept my commuter mug full of whiskey. I had my last drink the morning we met.” Steve listened, running his fingers up the back of Billy’s neck, and into his warm curls, as Billy’s explanation of why they shouldn’t date started to turn into why they should.

“I agreed with my little sister to taper it off last year,” Billy told him, watching his face. “I did, I swear. Started drinking less. It was less,” he said again, like he thought Steve might not believe him. “I was just having one now and then when somebody was around to stop me before I went too far. I’m not—shouldn’t go in bars and order doubles, I just thought—I—” he laughed shakily, and Steve leaned his face in close enough to kiss, but not so close he was cutting Billy off if he had more to say.

Billy leaned into the kiss with a soft whine, and as Steve kept kissing him, he started smiling, and let Steve drag him for bubble tea. He liked it better than soda, Steve was pretty sure, from the look on his face, but they agreed the boba wouldn’t fit through the mouth of the cup.

“Gotta start buying you different drinks,” Steve told him, stroking his chin, and Billy burst out laughing.

“Oh, fuck,” he whispered, leaning his head on his arm, and grinning up at Steve. “Anything but that.”

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Reminders That I Love You - Chapter 3

“Don’t be a brat.” Cas tugged his hair again. It was harder this time and lasted until a small moan escaped Dean’s lips. Then the contact was gone. Damn. He usually had more control than that. But they had been very busy, and angry with each other, lately. This was a welcome change of pace.

“Anyway, I believe in you.” Cas grinned. “Now be quiet, I need to concentrate on my work.”

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When Cas returned, Dean laid naked in the middle of the bed, legs spread and hands beneath his head. He grinned up at his boyfriend who stopped in the doorway for a while, just starring at him.

“See something you like?” Dean asked, letting his tongue dart over his bottom lip for good measure.

“Yes, you’re very beautiful Dean,” Cas replied matter-of-factly. Then he walked closer, keeping his eyes plastered to the man on the bed the entire time. “And you’re being very good for me.”

“Not like you asked me to do anything complicated.” Dean looked away, lightly biting his lip. He wanted to be good, especially after the evening they had, but he had to earn it.

“The complexity of the task does not dictate how pleased I am when you succeed,” Cas said sternly as he sat down on the bed, leaning over the other man. “Some days I want you to prove just how good you can be for me. Today is not about that. For now, I want to remind you how wonderful you always are to me Dean. Even when you don’t see your own worth.”

“What if I want, or need, to prove that I can be good for you?” His voice was small even to his own ears, but it needed to be said.

“Then that’s for another day.”

“But-”

“No,” Cas said firmly. “On Saturday I will have you collared on your knees with my cock in your mouth while I research my next paper, but I have a different plan for tonight. Are you going to be a brat and question my decisions, or will you be still and obedient like my good boy ought to?”

Dean swallowed hard, but kept his lips closed. Saturday could not come soon enough. But Cas knew what he needed, and what he could take. If he said that this wasn’t the day for proper play, then he was right. Of course he was. Dean looked up, meeting the others gaze and held it until his boyfriend smiled.

“Good,” Cas said. He ran one hand through Dean’s hair, tugging slightly before letting go. Dean leaned into the touch, whimpering slightly as it disappeared. “Remember these?” Cas pulled a bunch of pens out of his pocket. Except, these weren’t normal pens. They were the temporary tattoo markers they had bought for when Claire was desperate to draw on them. Cas had insisted that they were better for their skin than regular pens, and their niece was overjoyed with the vibrant colors that were much easier to cover their arms with.

“I remember,” Dean replied. How could he not? The guys at work always commented on his wonderful new tattoos whenever Claire had spent an artistic weekend at their place. They were rather hard to wash off too. Not that he really minded that part, it was usually a nice reminder of a good family weekend.

“I presumed you would. Now you’re going to lay back, relax, and stay as still as possible, while I cover your skin in all the reasons I love you.”

“Kinda hard both to relax and stay still,” Dean said. Mostly just to say something back to that declaration.

“Anyway, I believe in you.” Cas grinned. “Now be quiet, I need to concentrate on my work.”

Dean took a few deep breaths, relaxing into the mattress as well as he could. Meanwhile, his boyfriend’s big hands ran down his chest, barely grazing his nipples, down his stomach and up his sides. He whimpered again, pushing up into the touch. Why had he denied himself this closeness for so long? Those hands on him were better than almost any sensations. Perhaps except for those fingers in him.

“So beautiful,” Cas said, leaving a small kiss slightly under his left nipple. It was followed by the familiar sensation of the marker on Dean’s skin. Familiar, but still different than when their niece was ‘making him pretty’ as she liked to call it. Cas’ hand seemed surer and less hesitant than Claire often was. And the skin of his sides and stomach was more sensitive than his arms and calves, which were usually the body parts decorated. As the pen stopped its motion, Dean looked down his body. Sure enough, the word beautiful was written in red over one of his ribs.

“Incredibly kind.” Cas left a kiss under the first word, then wrote with a new pen over that same spot. Soon the word kind shone out in orange letters.

“You’re so good with Claire, Madison and little Bobby. The best uncle and godfather anyone could wish for.” Another scribble over his skin. Dean focused on keeping his breathing even so as not to disrupt the others work. When he looked down again, amazing uncle, was written in bright yellow.

Another kiss, halfway down his side, then. “You’re so open and accepting of everyone who need it. I’ve never seen you judge anyone for anything other than being hateful assholes. And those people always deserve it.” The pen moved over his skin once more. As it stopped, Cas moved his hand to squeeze his hip lightly. Dean squinted at the newest word. It looked like it said accepting in deep green letters.

“Dude, are you making my stomach into a fucking rainbow?” Dean asked incredulously, while his boyfriend put down the green marker in favor of a blue one.

“Why are you surprised by this? I make everything into rainbows.” That much was true. After years of hiding his sexuality from overly religious parents, Cas had put all that repressed energy into buying and creating rainbow colored-everything. There were at least seven different flags, and far too many t-shirts. They had rainbow-colored throw pillows in many different designs, and a shower curtain decorated with a tree with rainbow leaves. There were rainbow coasters, cups, water bottles, and at least fifty different buttons and stickers. Everything Cas painted these days were either rainbow inspired, bees, flowers, or, somehow, all of the above. Dean had barely kept him from hanging up rainbow curtains in their living room. That shit was just tacky, and therefore banished to Cas’ office. The office that contained a stuffed rainbow unicorn next to the stuffed bee on top of the bookshelf. Not to mention the queer section of that bookshelf that had the books sorted by rainbow colors. So okay, this was not actually surprising. Still though…

“Don’t mean you have to make me into one.”

“Why does it bother you more that I’m writing in color that that I’m doing it in the first place? You seem to have your priorities mixed up sweetheart.”

“I dunno… It’s just real obvious is all.” That was a bad excuse. He was aware of that. It just felt different in all these colors than it would have otherwise. Even so, his boyfriend was right. It didn’t actually matter. So why’d it feel like a big deal?

“It’s not like anyone else is going to see you this way. Right Dean?”

“Of course not.” It was far too cold for him to go shirtless anywhere other than inside their house. And even during summer, he preferred to wear at least a t-shirt. Only Cas got to see him shirtless for long periods of time.

“Then why does it matter? I like you like this.”

“I dunno.” Dean looked away, biting lightly at his lip. It was hard to argue his point when he didn’t actually have any reasoning, and Cas was all cold logic. The rainbow thing wasn’t a problem either. Not really. He was just caught off guard was all. But there was no way he could admit that now.

“Do you know what I think?” Cas moved so his knees where on the other side of the other’s hips, rested his hands next to Dean’s head, and leant down so their faces were mere inches apart. “I think you’re trying to rile me up. I think you’re being difficult on purpose. This,” he ran his right hand down Dean’s side, stroking over the words, “doesn’t actually bother you. You’re just clinging to the only argument you could find because affectionate words make you uncomfortable. Perhaps you’re even angling for a punishment?”

Dean whimpered lightly at that. Trust his boyfriend to psychoanalyze him in a situation like this. As if they didn’t have better things to do than trying to get to the bottom of his issues. His fear of intimacy as both Cas and Charlie was so fond of calling it. This was not the time.

“Is that it Dean? Are you trying to make me be rough with you because that’s easier to deal with? Would you rather have me spank you till you’re a writhing mess or perhaps slap you hard enough that you’ll feel it for days?”

“Please.” He wasn’t sure what he was asking for, but his boyfriend seemed to have enough ideas of his own. As long as Cas gave him something.

“Too bad really, that I already told you we’re not doing that tonight.”

“Cas. Please.”

“I’m not changing my plans just because you’re being a brat,” Cas almost growled. “However, I can’t let that kind of behavior go completely unchecked either.”

“Please.” Dean repeated. By now it could be called pleading, almost begging. His boyfriend usually liked that, was more likely to fulfill his wishes when he asked nicely. But it didn’t seem like he was budging this time. His expression was blank, not betraying any of his thoughts. Would whatever he was planning be good or bad? Well, it was always good with Cas, but sometimes that also meant torturous. Then again, that was often the best of all.

Cas suddenly sat up until he was kneeling over him. Then he ran his hands slowly down the other’s shoulders and chest, stopping to pay extra attention to his nipples. Dean swallowed the groan that wanted to erupt as both his nipples were pinched hard.

“Don’t be quiet on my account,” Cas said, pinching even harder. Then he let go off the left one, only to bend down and bite it. Dean moaned, arching his back into the pleasure-pain sensation.

“There you go. Keep making those pretty sounds for me,” Cas grinned down at him before leaning in to capture his lips in a rough kiss. Dean quickly opened up for him, allowing his boyfriend to dominate his mouth completely. As the kiss broke off, Cas moved so sit next to him on the bed again, one hand resting comfortingly on his stomach. Dean put weight on his elbows, wanting to follow, but one sharp look from the other man made him rest back onto the bed. That earned him a soft smile and a gentle hand playing with his hair.

“Touch yourself for me,” Cas said, giving a significant gaze down to the others cock, then back up to his eyes. Dean starred at him for a moment before he followed the order, slowly jacking himself off. This seemed too simple. Was this evening really all about pleasure? And affection or whatever?

“Faster. Put some effort into it.”

Dean fastened his grip and speed his movement to a pace that would have him desperate in no time.

“Good boy,” Cas murmured into his ear. “Tell me when you’re close.”

Oh. Of course. Dean closed his eyes, jerking himself in all the ways he enjoyed the most. Firm grip. Fast movements. A twist of his wrist on every third or fourth upstroke. Pausing for a moment to run his thumb over the slit, coaxing more pre-cum to ease his movements. He was hurdling steadily towards an orgasm, feeling his boyfriend’s heavy gaze on him the entire time.

“’M close,” he moaned out.

“Stop. Hands on the bed.”

Dean quickly followed the order, breathing hard as he tried to calm down. He whimpered sightly at the receding orgasm. It was so close, but far out of his grasp.

“So good for me,” Cas murmured, then leaned down to kiss his stomach. “I love seeing you like this. So desperate to please.”

Dean smiled, relaxing further into the bed. He was still on edge, desperate for release, but it seemed somehow less important. He was pleasing Cas, and his boyfriend would surely take care of him.

A sudden feeling of a marker over his skin almost made him flinch, but he managed to stay still as not to mess up the other man’s work. Peering down, he saw his boyfriend with a blue marker in hand, obviously continuing where he had left off earlier.

“Cas? What?”

“You didn’t think I was done, did you? I already told you I wasn’t changing my plans. I don’t like leaving my projects half-finished.”

“I guess not.” It certainly had seemed like he’d changed his plans. Dean really should have known better. When Cas first made up his mind, he stuck to it. He peered down at his stomach, seeing desperate to please written under the green accepting.

“Dean. Look at me.” Cas laid a hand on his cheek and starred intently at him as their eyes met. “Indulge me in this. Let me show you affection. You deserve to be loved.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Dean tried to look away, but the other’s eyes were captivating, holding his gaze steady. “Indulge yourself or whatever.”

“Imprudent boy,” Cas smacked his hip lightly. “I want to worship you, just let yourself enjoy it.” With that he picked up a purple marker, putting the tip of it against the skin right above Dean’s hipbone.

“You deserve to be loved,” Cas repeated while writing what was probably the same words into the other’s skin. Dean barely suppressed a shiver as those words finally washed over him. How many times had Cas told him that by now? And how many more times had he found himself doubting it?

“Now continue touching yourself.”

Dean’s hand moved almost on autopilot, wrapping around his cock and jacking it with sure movements. He kept his eyes open this time, taking in all the emotion in his boyfriend’s eyes. No one could convey emotion through a look quite like Cas. And he was using that ability now to express all the love he insisted that Dean deserved. It was enough to make a guy believe him.

Pleasure built up within him even faster this time around. He jerked off until he was moments away from orgasm before he moaned out that he was close.

“Stop.”

His movement stilled immediately, but he clutched the base of his cock for a few deep breaths before he was calm enough to place his hand back on the bed. Perhaps even closer than Cas would have taken him if the former had been doing the touching.

“You’re doing remarkably well.” Cas left a kiss to each of his cheeks and the tip of his nose. Dean whimpered in return, struggling to keep himself from pleading for release. He really needed to come. Preferable five minutes ago. Instead, his boyfriend took up the red marker again, and started writing on the right side of his stomach. Dean couldn’t find the energy to read the words anymore, but it was impossible to ignore the several times Cas murmured “good boy” into his skin while he kissed around the new words. In return, Dean let out an undignified sound somewhere between a whimper and a moan. He was being good.

“Yes. Good boy with his pleasing sounds.” Cas smiled down at him, while stroking over his stomach in small circles. “And you are so good to everyone Dean. You care so much. I’m in awe of the love you show to all the people around you. Such a wonderful, caring man.” There were more pen scratches and kisses against Dean’s stomach. This time he simply breathed through it, letting the words and affectionate touches wash over him.

“Not to mention the love you put into your food. Before you, I mostly ate just to sustain myself. Now I do it for pleasure as well. You taught me that through your food, you’re such an amazing cook Dean.” More writing on his skin. More fingers tracing patterns on his stomach. More kisses to his side and chest, followed by a sharp bite to one nipple. He arched into it, chasing the mouth as it moved away. His boyfriend chuckled and pushed him back down with a flat hand on the middle of his stomach.

“Touch yourself again.”

He did. With fast strokes, spurred on by the hands exploring his body. Every time Cas pinched his skin or twisted a nipple, he moaned loudly. All the touches went straight to his dick, and within a couple of minutes he was writhing on the bed, barely able to contain the orgasm.

“’M so close. Please Cas.”

“Stop. Now.”

His movements stopped, but he looked pleadingly up at the other man. “Please Cas. I can’t… I need to come.”

“Patience sweetheart. You can wait. And you will.”

Dean whimpered again, but kept his mouth shut. There was no use arguing with Cas’ decisions. He had made that mistake in a similar position once before. That night he was not allowed to come at all. Taking several deep breaths calmed him enough to remove his hand, and finally look up at his boyfriend once more.

“Good boy. Now, where were we?” Cas looked down at his writing, tracing the words with a gentle finger. At that point, even the small gesture was enough to push Dean towards the edge. He shook with self-restraint, clutching the sheets hard and focusing on his breathing.

“Oh yes,” Cas continued in an even voice. “You, Dean Winchester, is one of the most selfless people I have ever met. You give so much of yourself to others. You say yes to helping out whenever the chance occurs, with no regard for how it will affect you. Every fiber of your being seems determined to change the world for the better. Your selflessness was one of the first things I noticed about you.”

“You’re way too articulate,” Dean half-moaned, earning him another chuckle. Then the pen was back, tracing over his skin. Followed by warm lips, copying the pattern of the letters. Every point of contact sent tingles through his already over-sensitive body, forcing small sounds of out him.

“You keep me grounded and sane. I’ve spent so much of my life with my head in the clouds, not really wanting to partake in the world around me. You changed that by showing me how good reality can be. I want to experience real life with you Dean.”

The statement was followed by more pen scratches, then kisses to his stomach, up his chest, and then peppering his face. Dean whimpered, lifting one hand to clutch at the others arm. A tear found his its way down his cheek, but was soon kissed away. It was all too much.

“Shhhh, just one more thing now,” Cas murmured into his skin. “You are doing so well for me.” Their lips met in a long, soft kiss that swallowed all the sounds coming out of Dean’s throat. Then Cas moved to write a last word on his stomach with slow, steady movement. As the pen disappeared, one hand traced all the words on his torso while his boyfriend left three small kisses to his stomach, chest, and forehead.

“Do you want to know what it says?” Cas asked, his lips curling into a smirk. Dean inclined his head in a way that was meant to be a nod. Apparently it was enough, as his boyfriend continued. “It says excellent cocksucker. The things you do with your mouth are downright sinful.” Dean almost chocked on air at those words, and his lips fell open of their own accord. Cas took the opportunity to push two long fingers into his mouth.

“Suck.” That was a command he didn’t really need. Closing his lips around anything Cas put between them was second nature by now. His boyfriend had a borderline obsession with that part of his body. Not that Dean would ever complain. It fit perfectly with his own love of having his mouth filled. Oral fixation Cas sometimes called it, his voice always filled with awe or deep pleasure. “Now touch yourself.”

He was slower to follow the command this time, more focused on the fingers pushing slowly in and out of his mouth. Even so, his entire body lit up with pleasure as his hand wrapped around his dick. It only took a few pumps before he was back on edge again. Cas was tugging at his hair and moving his fingers steadily faster and harder into his mouth. Dean almost gagged a few times, but forced himself to relax. The pleased expression on his boyfriend’s face was more than worth it. Pleasure built with every jerk of his hand, and every movement of Cas’ fingers. He was hurdling towards an orgasm, and this time it didn’t feel like he could stop. Moaning around the fingers, he tried to say that he was close, but it came out as a garbled mess. Fuck. He was so close, but he didn’t have permission to come. And he didn’t have permission to stop jerking off. Starring up, he tried to convey his desperation, tried to plead with his eyes. It was hard to focus on anything else than delaying his orgasm, the world seeming hazy around him. As such, he didn’t notice Cas’ face coming closer until a dark voice whispered into his ear.

“Come for me Dean.”

Two more jerks of his hand and he did just that. The orgasm tore through him, almost making him black out. His whole body convulsed in pleasure as cum coated his stomach. It was so good. Cas always made it better than he managed by himself. Even when he technically was doing all the work himself. He kept jerking in slow movements, drawing out the orgasm while he slowly came back to himself. Soon he grew oversensitive, but kept up the movement until strong fingers wrapped around his own and dragged his hand away. He sighed in relief and pure exhaustion, blinking up at the man above him.

“Hello Dean,” Cas murmured with a pleased smile. “You did perfectly for me.” Dean blushed at that, looking away. That only earned him slightly annoyed sound from the man above him before his face was peppered with kisses. “One day you will believe my praise.”

“One day yeah. Maybe.”

“You will. I intend to remind you of it as often as necessary until you do.” The statement was followed up with more soft kisses to Dean’s face, and a hand carting through his hair. Sighing contently, he leaned into that touch. This was, possibly, his favorite part. Cas was always so affectionate after sex. All soft touches and endless skin-to-skin contact. And like this, during the afterglow, Dean allowed himself to drown in it. Except, they weren’t both basking in the afterglow. With more effort than he was ready to admit, he lifted a hand up to Cas’ hip, squeezing lightly.

“Want me to get you off too?” He asked with a grin, eyes slowly drifting down the others body.

“Not tonight. I already got all I wanted.” He did this every once in a while. Actually, he did it rather often. As if he got more pleasure from getting Dean off than actually having an orgasm of his own. It wasn’t anything Dean could pretend like he understood, but Cas surely knew his own wants best. He was certainly direct enough about shoving his cock down the others throat when he felt like it.

“You’re sure?” Dean met the other’s gaze again, searching for any shred of indecision there.

“Yes Dean. I just wanted to watch you come apart. I might, however, fuck you in the morning.”

“Yeah. Okay. Awesome.” He grinned again, probably looking dopey as hell, as he relaxed back into the bed again. This time determined to stay put. Everything was right with the world again. Well, except for the rapidly drying pool of cum on his stomach, but that was a problem for future-Dean. That guy had energy for all sorts of things.

“I’ll get a washcloth,” Cas said as he stood up from the bed. Because he was freaking perfect. Dean told him as much, causing a fond smile to appear on his boyfriend’s face. Cas’ hand found his, giving one last squeeze as he started to turn away. Pain flared from Dean’s knuckles at the contact, making him flinch. His boyfriend froze at that, starring down at him.

“Dean? What?” Cas dragged his hand close, inspecting the tender area closely. His face turned from confused to worried, eyes scrunching up in familiar fashion. Dean looked at the hand as well. Now that they gave it attention, it was obvious that it was red and slightly swollen. A miracle that it hadn’t been noticed before. “Dean what happened?”

“Umm… I got into a fight with the shower wall.” The last thing he needed was for his boyfriend to blame this on himself. Sure, it happened because Dean was angry about their fight, but that was on him. Neither of them needed Cas to deal with any misplaced guilt over that.

“You got into a fight with the shower wall,” Cas repeated slowly.

“Not my finest moment.”

“Dean,” Cas sighed. “You need to take better care of yourself.”

“I know.”

“You can’t hurt yourself just because we fight.”

“I know.”

“Next time you decided to fight an inanimate object, please make it a verbal match. That one you at least have a chance to win.”

“That’s uncalled for.” Dean tried to scold his face into annoyed, but couldn’t keep a smile from breaking out. Apparently Cas was not in a lecturing, or self-hating, mood. This was going much better than expected.

“You know I’m right.” Cas smiled lightly, then looked more serious again. “Does it hurt?”

“Nothing I can’t handle man.”

“Dean.”

“Yeah. A bit.”

“Okay.” Cas nodded solemnly, then put his hand down and turned towards the door. “Wait here.” With that, he left the room, leaving Dean to study his knuckles. They didn’t look that bad really. He’d damaged them much worse on several occasions, but he’d mostly outgrown that part of his life. That was a teenage and early-to-mid-twenties thing. Which was probably why they looked more painful than they really should, they were no longer hardened by abuse. Or maybe he’d just hit that wall harder than intended. He shook his head lightly and laid the hands back on the bed. It didn’t matter now anyway. With a yawn, he closed his eyes, making himself more comfortable.

He was almost asleep when Cas returned, so he just grunted noncommittedly as a greeting. Sleep seemed more important than anything. Until a bag of freaking ice was dropped on his knuckle. His eyes flew open, and he starred down at the offending item. His boyfriend gave him an amused glance as he placed an ice bag on his other knuckle as well. Okay, they weren’t actually ice bags. When Dean looked closer, he saw they it was frozen peas partly packed into a dish towel. That didn’t change the fact that they felt like big bags of ice.

“Why?” He grunted, giving the pea bags a dirty look.

“Because you refuse to take care of yourself, so someone has to.” He couldn’t exactly argue with that. Instead he sighed, watching as Cas took a warm washcloth to his stomach, wiping off all the dried cum.

“You’re really confusing my senses here.”

“Sorry sweetheart.” Cas gave him a quick kiss to his forehead, before throwing the washcloth towards a corner, turning off the light, and getting into bed. Moving around with the freaking pea bags was complicated, but his boyfriend was efficient as always when cuddling was involved. Soon their legs were tangled, a comforter pulled over them, and Cas had an arm around his waist and head resting between his chest and shoulder.

“I’m glad you came back,” Dean murmured into the darkness, half-hoping the other wouldn’t hear him. Of course, he had no such luck.

“Me too. And Dean?”

He hummed lightly in response.

“I promise to be better at reminding you how much I love you. Maybe even stop walking out every time our fights get too intense. But you have to stop pushing me away.”

“Yeah I…. Fuck, I’m sorry Cas. I’ll do my best.” He took a deep breath, starring into the darkness of the room. “And I love you too. You know that, right?”

“I do. Most of the time.”

“Well I love you all the time,” Dean insisted, then gave his boyfriend an awkwardly placed kiss on his forehead. It seemed like he had to get better at those reminders too. He looked into nothing for several long minutes while Cas’ breathing turned heavy, soon making way for soft snores. Shaking off one of the pea bags, Dean circled an arm around his boyfriend, holding him close as sleep finally took him as well.

#destiel #destiel fic #eldu writes #finally finished this thing #minors dni

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bellafarallones2 · 3 years

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a/n: t-rated indruck fluff from #21 on Veronica Bunch's college au prompt list: I get stuck with a late class that doesn’t end until 9pm and I’m always anxious about walking across the campus to the dorms, so you offer to walk with me and one night, I find out that it’s in the exact opposite direction that you need to go in

Duck had signed up for Performance Studies because he needed arts credits and because the meeting time, seven to nine in the evening Tuesdays and Thursdays, worked well with the rest of his schedule. He was less happy when the professor emailed out the homework for the first day: a reading that examined the question “what is performance?” for thirteen dense pages without managing to come to a conclusion.

By the time he showed up to the first class, he barely remembered any of the points the reading had made. Most of the other students already seemed to know each other, and were talking in groups when he arrived. Only one man, a tall guy with silver hair whose black roots suggested he’d spent an evening bent over a sink for it, was sitting alone and silent.

“Anyone sitting here?” said Duck.

“You?” said the guy hopefully. He was wearing jeans and a soft beige cardigan over his white shirt, and there was a small rainbow-flag patch on his black backpack.

“I’m Duck,” Duck said. “And my pronouns are he/him.” He still occasionally got read as a butch lesbian, and it was better to establish the pronoun thing right out of the gate.

“Indrid. I also use he/him.”

That was all they said before the professor showed up and class began. The professor genuinely cared about the material, which made the whole thing more interesting, though Duck was still distracted. Indrid had very nice hands, nails painted chipped black, and he doodled the entire class, filling a whole page with spiky fractals.

Finally nine o’clock arrived. The sky outside was pitch-black. “I’m not really looking forward to walking home this late,” Duck said as he stood waiting for Indrid to finish packing up. “Wish I had your punk privilege.”

“Excuse me?” Indrid looked amused.

“You know. You’re tall and you have piercings.” As Duck said that, Indrid stood up, revealing that he was even taller than Duck had previously thought. Jesus, this guy had Slenderman legs. “You look like you could throw a punch.”

“I could use my punk privilege to walk you home, if you’d like.”

“I’d appreciate it, if it’s not too out of your way - I live on High Street next to the REI.”

“Yeah, I’m going that way.”

Duck held the door as they left the building and walked together down the half-lit street. The planes of Indrid’s face looked almost unearthly in the streetlights.

“You an art major?” Duck asked.

“Visual arts and math. I needed to take something in theater or music as a distribution requirement and this was the least theater or music class I could find that was also after noon.”

Duck laughed. “Yeah, I’m in the forestry program and I had to take something artsy.”

Indrid nodded. They walked in silence for a while, but Indrid didn’t seem to mind, his hands shoved into his pockets and his face turned up.

“This is me,” Duck said when they reached the REI. The door to the apartments above was almost unnoticeable next to the brightly-lit storefront.

“Alright,” Indrid said as Duck fiddled with his key. “See you on Thursday!”

“Goodnight!” said Duck when the door swung open, looking around. As soon as Indrid saw that Duck was inside, he turned and walked back the way they’d come. Duck wondered vaguely where he lived; this block didn’t have many students. Ah, well. A question for another day.

On Thursday before class Duck stopped at the snack bar for dinner and spotted a familiar head of silver hair. Indrid was drawing, his head tilted at an odd angle so he could both look at the page and drink from the straw on a sixteen-ounce cherry slushy.

“Mind if I join you?” said Duck.

Indrid looked up and his face lit up. “Of course! I don’t mind, I mean. Please sit.”

Duck realized then that what he’d assumed was art was in fact math, that Indrid was taking notes out of a slim, intimidating textbook. Duck recognized a couple of integral signs and that was about it. “Math, huh?”

Indrid nodded.

“I had to take Calc 2 for my major, I wish I’d known you then so you could have helped me with it.”

Indrid laughed, tapping his pencil. “I’d have been happy to. Certainly numbers make more sense than people do, sometimes.”

“Probably more sense than that performance reading.” Duck leaned forward. “I don’t suppose you’d be down to walk me home again?”

Indrid shrugged. “You’re good company.”

Duck met Indrid again at the local park that weekend. Their homework for the week was to record themselves performing in a way they did in their daily lives, and Duck didn’t feel like getting into gender, so he’d decided to show how he performed when giving a nature talk, and he’d asked Indrid to help film. (He’d offered to help film Indrid’s performance in return, but Indrid had politely declined, joking about performance anxiety.)

It was less awkward than Duck had been expecting. He walked around the park, pointing out the fungus on a tree trunk and a frog sitting with just its eyes over the surface of the water. Indrid, filming on Duck’s phone, smiled encouragingly whenever he met Duck’s eyes, and it was all Duck could do not to break his train of thought to grin back.

“Thank you for helping me,” he said when he was done.

“Thank you for the free nature walk!” said Indrid as he handed Duck’s phone back to him. Their hands brushed against Duck’s smooth phone case. “I come here to draw sometimes, but I’ve never noticed all that before.”

They watched everyone’s videos in class that week. Most of them were pretty boring. Duck cringed through the playing of his own video, though Indrid had done a good job with the camerawork, and a few of the music majors in the class had recorded themselves playing their instruments, which was at least nice to listen to. And then it was Indrid’s turn.

The video opened on a close-up shot of Indrid’s face. I am an artist, the voiceover said, Indrid’s own voice booming across the classroom. Sometimes I even look like it.

The Indrid on the screen bent his head - he was looking not at the camera but at a mirror behind it, putting on heavy eyeliner and spotty mascara. He switched out the subtle studs along the shell of his ear for something heavier, flashier, chain running between the holes. Then he stepped back from the camera and shrugged on a black leather jacket with spikes on the shoulders. A punk jacket. He posed, self-conscious, and as he started laughing the camera cut sharply to his face, again large.

I had an internship last summer with an insurance company calculating risk. He rubbed the makeup off his face with a makeup wipe, his eyes reddening slightly at the contact. He removed the jacket and folded it carefully before placing it out of frame. And then he picked up a pale blue button-down and buttoned it carefully down over his undershirt, and tied a tie in a perfect Windsor around his neck. He removed the bar from his eyebrow and the chains from his ears, which looked rather naked without them.

I perform to look like the things I know I can do. He dabbed concealer over the rosy maple moth tattooed at his neck, one wingtip peeking over the collar of the shirt. Then he held his hand out for a handshake, a business handshake, and sure, he looked like the kind of person Duck would trust to sell insurance. But there was something about his smile, something Duck wondered if anyone else could see. Something that lingered no matter what he wore.

Duck probably should spend less time thinking about his mouth.

“So my lease ends in January,” said Duck casually as they turned the corner onto his street. “And I’ve been having trouble finding other places that rent to students in this neighborhood, so I was wondering how you found your place.”

“Oh,” said Indrid, sounding guilty. “Well, I don’t know how much help I can be. I live up by the corner of 16th street and Broad.”

Duck did some quick mental geography as he climbed the step up to the front door. “That’s completely the other direction!”

“I know.” He was dressed like neither an insurance salesman nor a metal punk, today, with gold studs glittering in his ears like grains of sand and a soft, oversized sweater falling off one shoulder. The black roots of his hair had grown since the beginning of the term.

“You told me the first day of class that walking home wouldn’t be going out of your way! You know I don’t need walking home, right?”

“Of course. I just. Uh. I wanted to spend more time with you. I’m sorry for misleading you, we can stop if it makes you feel weird.”

Duck looked down at him. Indrid stood silently, awaiting judgment. “How about you come in?”

Indrid looked up. “I don’t mean to impose, it’s no trouble to walk home -”

Duck held out his hand. Indrid took it and followed him up the stairs without letting go. “You aren’t allergic to cats, are you?” Duck said when he finally had to take his hand back to unlock the door.

“Even if I was, I’d happily resign myself to sneezing.”

Duck opened the door and, as soon as Indrid was inside, crowded him up against it. Indrid slowly lifted his hands, trembling, and rested them on Duck’s shoulders. His gaze beneath his glasses flicked from Duck’s eyes to his lips and back again.

“Can I kiss you?” Duck said.

“Yes please.”

Indrid’s mouth was warm and soft and yielded so easily to Duck’s tongue, fuck, they should have done this sooner. Class would have been so much more bearable if he could have been looking over at Indrid’s lips the whole time knowing that as soon as class was over he could drag him out into the hallway, into one of the gender-neutral bathrooms in the arts building and kiss him silly.

“You don’t have any morning classes tomorrow, do you?” Duck asked when he finally pulled away enough to speak.

Indrid shook his head.

“Want to watch a movie and make out?”

“That sounds perfect.”

#indruck

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catypus · 4 years

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Okay I hope this isn't bothering you but I've been obsessed with this for a while now- akaashi x reader but she's dying young and she's never seen the snow and wanted to see the world and Akaashi being the compassionate person he is, he plans to take her traveling and to show her all the seasons in other places before she can't anymore-🥺😭 idk ive been obsessed with this idea since FOREVER 🥺👉👈

a | n : aww it’ll never be a bother!! thank you for sending in your request and waiting, we were really busy at that time but hope you like it <3

pairings: akaashi x dying!reader

genre: angsty huhu :”)))

warnings: implied death

the four phases of grief (through the seasons)

when it’s you and me, it feels like nothing can tear us down; nothing can tear us apart

- phase I; shock and numbness -

Time becomes a finite measure only when your days are set.

Others at your age are going out, exploring their futures, just setting foot into an unknown world and you? Get the better half of 1 year thrown at your feet and told, “here make what you will of it”

But how can you?

The words of the doctor echoes in your head, rattling your thoughts and making them dance about until nothing is coherent anymore.

It feels empty.

Like everything has lost its colour, its flavour.

But when he hugs you,

when he lets you cry it out on his shoulder,

when he cups your face and leaves a sweet kiss on your lips and whispers to you,

“my love, I'm here, I'll give you the best life”,

you can’t help but feel a miniscule tinge better.

That the love of your life, will remain a constant until the very end.

akaashi keiji, you’re one hell of a guy

The next day, he springs a surprise trip to Greece.

You could hardly believe the words as they left his lips.

“pack what you need, we leave at the end of the week”

“I’ve already called ahead to your work, you don’t have to worry about that”

And that’s how a week later you found yourselves on the windswept limestone cliffs of Santorini, gazing upon the tops of the notable blue and white architecture.

In the midst of the white-washed buildings, casted golden by the setting sun, Keiji tightens his grip on your hand.

A silent promise.

One that you treasure closest to your heart as the sun disappears beneath the horizon, bringing the day to a close.

at the end, doesn’t everyone just want closure ?

- phase ii; yearning and searching -

It's that time of the year where everything starts shriveling up and dying as the temperature takes a dip for the lower end of the thermostat.

And before you know it, you too will shrivel up and die

it’s a never leaving trail of negativity; one that only festers and broils as the autumn leaves scatter at the touch of the cold breeze.

That day, Keiji brings home a new beanie and shoves it snugly over your head, tightly bundling your hair until it frays out. He lets out a low chuckle.

You pout at him, attempting to uncover your eyes so you can see him properly and get your hair in place, when all you see are two plane tickets to Ontario.

He smiles softly at you, watching at your expression.

You meet his gaze quietly, staring into his eyes.

His eyes that hold hope for you.

You both know by now that the prospect of extending your deadline is out of the question. You’ve taken more sick days and the monthly reviews have slowly transitioned into fortnightly ones.

Yet he holds so much emotion for you, so many wishes that you will be happy, with him. Even until the very end.

You grasp his hand, in which he holds the tickets.

“when do we leave?”

The mist rising from the falls breaks the sunlight and forms a slender arc of a rainbow above the crest of the waterfall.

Against the backdrop of the hues of orange, red and yellow, the colours of autumn have never looked more stunning.

The two of you stand there, at the outlook over the edge of the falls, watching the miniscule silhouettes of other tourists on board the boats as they view Niagara Falls from a different perspective.

Maybe it’s about the perspective.

Maybe it’s not that you have less than a year left.

Maybe it’s that you have the rest of the year to love Keiji.

That you have the rest of the year to get your forever with him.

As you link hands and slowly tread through the park, leaves crunching at your feet, he suddenly stops.

“my love, can i get a picture of you?”

As much as he’d never forget your smile, he thought to himself, if he could capture even a shred of your beauty, he’d be forever thankful.

As you stood there, amidst the falling leaves, adjusting your beanie, he thinks you’ve never looked more gorgeous.

and as we stand here together, in this instant, it’s as if time is standing still, bearing witness to our love

- phase iii; disorganisation and despair -

The beauty of a small island in the middle of winter, covered by blankets of glistening white snow.

A fleeting moment, where the frosty wind nips at your cheeks as the ferry slows to a halt, docking at the jetty.

Clasping your gloved hand in his, he gently leads the way, weaving through the crowd.

As you set foot on the ground and take in the view, you realise that no image on google can compare to seeing it in real life.

In days gone by, you fawned over the picturesque landscape and imagery of Nami Island in South Korea.

Especially in the heart of winter, where many others have taken their own recreations of photos out of a K-drama.

“keiji, baby look- “,

As you would show him a sample image of a wedding photoshoot, the couple staring lovingly in each other’s eyes with the tall Maple trees bearing witness to their love.

The same tall Maple trees that you and him now stand before.

In the subtle shadows, casted by the barren trees, he graces your lips with a kiss.

Which turned into another.

And another.

Before he pulls back slightly, leaning his forehead against yours, eyes closed, just basking in each other’s company.

Softly swaying with the cold wind, he pulls something out of his pocket.

That in which he links around your neck.

When you lean back and look down at your collar, there sits a simple but elegant rose gold chain, to which a pendant is attached to.

And on the pendant, is your anniversary date.

The day that you said yes to being his best friend, his confidante, the love of his life.

Suddenly, you feel very warm.

Your face heats up and tears fall from your eyes before you even notice it.

“keiji, I’m sorry.”

“what for, baby?”

“i’m sorry for whatever’s going to happen after.”

fate fortold that we would meet, so now my love, what’s the rush?

- phase iv; reorganisation and recovery -

The cold winds have blown, now the warm days are returning.

Looking out the window, the green fields rush past as the Shinkansen speedily heads for Sapporo.

Clenching your fingers tighter, you look down at where Keiji’s fingers hold on to yours just as tightly.

One last time.

Slowly but surely, strolling down the pathway, watching as high school couples bask in the bright glow of the pink hues of this season.

It seemed like a lifetime ago that you and Keiji linked arms and sat under the cherry blossoms.

Youth.

As you both sat on the bench, his arms tightly wound across your shoulder, he recalls how all those years ago, as he wiped the corner of your mouth of cream from the daifuku you were eating, he first told you those three words.

“i love you.”

“until forever and the day after that”

He pulls out his phone, your ever-beautiful face smiling back at him from under those autumn leaves in Canada.

The bench beside him has never felt emptier as he places one hand over his chest, the cold metal of the pendant pressing painfully against his heart.

It’s been a year.

A flower bud drops on his shoulder.

He remembers your expressions, the amazement you gave the first time you saw him do a snow angel, the contentment when he had kissed you under the maple trees. The love in your eyes that never wavered a single time.

He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath in, before shakily letting it out.

I miss you.

even when the seasons change, our love will forever remain the same.

#akaashi #akaashi keiji #akaashi keiji x reader #akaashi x reader #haikyuu #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu angst #haikyuu au

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Geometry of a Triangle

I found a few hours of quiet time and what better way to spend them than to revisit that beautiful thing called, “Triangle” ...

It’s a standalone and I’ll be tagging @today-in-fic ...

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“Oh, brother.”

With that statement, she pushed herself off the bed rail and turned, click-heeling back into the hallway, running into a clump of boss and unwashed boys, “how is he?”

“He’s delusional.” Moving past them, she hit the down button on the elevator when she reached it, “he needs time, rest, and probably another CT scan, which I will schedule for him once I get downstairs.”

The four of them, following like obedient dogs, got on the elevator with her and just as the doors were closing, “damn it. I forgot my keys in there.” Recklessly flinging her arm in between twin metal deathtraps, then stepping out once they’d reopened, “why don’t you guys go and I’ll call you if anything changes?”

Not one to question her, ever, they said their goodbyes and disappeared. Once the elevator had definitely left the floor, she took a deep breath, wondering if collapse against the wall would be appropriate given the amount of stress still choking her system. Why was he always trying to kill her, inadvertently mind you, but still, every time he left his apartment, he put her in panic mode.

She really fucking hated panic mode.

Taking a minute to collect herself while staring out the window at absolutely no view at all, hospital expansion building blocking the view of what was probably a very pretty neighborhood.

Whatever.

She took her time going back to his room, companions not fluttering around her, peppering with questions, irritating her with endless regurgitation, explanation and exaltation of the exploits of her thankfully not drowned partner.

And Skinner just needed to go away in general; she’d kissed him in the elevator and now couldn’t look him in the eye given mortal embarrassment.

She needed a vacation.

&&&&&&&&&

Finally, many deep breaths later, she was back at his door, numbered 342 in the grand scheme but from her last count, it was hospital room number 206, give or take; she also counted emergency room curtained off areas as rooms so her count might be a little skewed.

Walking back in without knocking, she thought maybe he’d be asleep and she could do her thing and go home to warm bed, fragrant bath, cup of hot chocolate, not necessarily in that order. He wasn’t asleep, however, instead looking up at her, tracking her as she carefully shut the door, turned, crossed her arms, “I was beginning to wonder if you’d be back.”

“I had to get rid of them before I could …” her voice cracked here, tears rushing to the surface, falling freely down her cheeks in under a second.

Mulder tried to get up but was forced back down by gravity and dizziness, so instead, he reached out his hand, “come here. I’m sorry. I hate seeing you cry.”

“If you wouldn’t do such stupid things, maybe I wouldn’t have to cry.” Swiping her face, the torrent already slowing to a trickle, she sniffed hard, “maybe you’re like a puppy. You need a good swat every now and then in order to learn not to put me through this crap.”

Beside his bed by now, he reached his hand out, hooking it in the pocket of her jacket, “I have never intentionally set out to make you cry. I swear.”

Growling at him, she dried her face one last time with her fingers, looking down at him, “did you really say earlier that you loved me? How many drugs are you on, if you don’t mind me asking?”

“You should know. You’re the doc, doc.”

Moving to see his chart again, she zoned in on the narcotics area, perusing then sifting through her memory, “looks like plenty. More than enough to say all kinds of incriminating things.”

Looking at her sheepishly, “did I really say ‘I love you’ though?”

And her heart jumped then sank, bobbed back to the surface and sank again, “you don’t remember?” He looked innocently guilty and she tilted her head at him, “I won’t hold it against you then.”

“Thanks.”

Moving back to his side, she pulled the chair over, slotting her feet in the undercarriage of the bed and settling back, head comfortable after a moment, Mulder’s fingers wiggling in her direction, his discreet invite to hold his hand while they fell asleep.

She both hated and loved their routines.

“I really am sorry I always make you cry.”

“I can’t imagine this life without you, Mulder, such as it is.” Thinking back to all the times she’d cried for him, both inside and out, “I have often wished that my stress levels weren’t congruent to the production of my tear ducts but they are and we have both learned to live with that.”

“I still hate that I make you cry.”

Squeezing his fingers, “go to sleep, Mulder. I’ll see you when you wake up.”

&&&&&&&&

Ten minutes later, she expected him to be deep in dreamland but looking in his direction once she realized she didn’t hear his whistle-snoring nose, she saw his eyes open, staring intently at her, studying form and function of his Scully, “why aren’t you asleep yet?”

“Trying to ignore my headache while I think about a few things.”

Dusk was dropping outside, their room growing dim and soft, her voice quiet across the vast region between them, “what kinds of things?”

“Nazis and Thor’s hammer and shiny red dresses.”

He must be wandering his delusions again and she figured, why not wade in with him, “were the Nazis wearing the red dresses?”

“No, thank God but you were.”

“I was wearing a shiny red dress? How did I look?”

“If I answer that question, you’ll hit me again.”

Maybe she shouldn’t play into his medication after all, “well, why don’t you go to sleep and dream about things and tomorrow, we will get another head scan.”

The side of his face ached from her 1939 clenched fist and deciding to go for broke, given he knew she’d chock up anything he said to drug-addled haze, “your hair was slicked back, pin-curled, perfect even as we ran up and down the halls, thwarting Nazis and trying to find a way to get me home.” Continuing when all she did was tilt her head, listening with both ear and he hoped, heart, “you saved the world in a knee-length dark red dress and heels and,” pinpoint focus on her darkening blue eyes, “you looked more beautiful than I’ve ever deserved to see you.”

Oh, she could so easily be dragged into his delirium … dream … reality …

This was headed to a bad place and she needed to stop the train before she got fully onboard, believing every last word falling from his lips, “I always thought I looked pretty good in my pajama pants and Yosemite Sam t-shirt.”

“That’s my t-shirt, by the way.”

Returning to lightness even as her heart pounded unexpectedly in her chest, “you say yours, I say mine. I keep it. We both win.”

“How do I win?”

Was she really going to say it?

“Because you get to see me in it.”

She said it.

“If I ever find that red dress, Scully, I’m buying it and you’re wearing it and we’re going out on the town to make sure everyone sees you in it. There’ll be so many guys falling at your feet, you won’t know what to do.”

“So, I’ll just stand there and let them swoon?”

“And then you’ll come home with me.”

She felt the blush blooming across her chest and crawling up her face, “you need to go to sleep, Mulder. As both your doctor and your …” she hesitated without understanding why, partner seeming cold, friend seeming inadequate, anything other distinction making her blush even more, “you need to get some sleep, Mulder and so do I.” Standing quickly, squeaking chair legs against tile, “I should probably go. I’ll pick up some clothes for you and bring them back tomorrow when they release you, okay?”

She still hadn’t let go of his hand.

Odd.

In fact, her fingers were firmly joined with his, zippered closed, thumb stroking thumb.

Very odd.

“Hey, Scully,” tugging her hand so she moved towards him, she leaned across the bar of the bed once again.

“Yes?”

“Be with me tonight. Spring me from this place and take me home and hover and feed me meds and check my stitches and just … be with me.”

Another ‘oh, brother’ should have risen up her throat, fallen to his ears but instead, she leaned in even more, “let me go find a doctor.”

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There was finagling and promising and coercion to the highest levels but in the end, she helped him off the elevator and down the hall to his apartment, setting him on the bed, taking in his weary eyes, his pale face, “you look terrible.”

Not able to argue such a valid point, “could you find me something to wear, please? I feel like I’m about to die or at the very least, begin having hallucinations of pink elephants playing poker in the corner.”

Not about to dispute the obvious, pink elephants fairly likely at this point in their day, “can you sit up for a second or do you want to lay down while I find things?”

Hands firmly gripping mattress edge, “I’ve got it. Just don’t leave.”

She’d return to that statement later on but for now, “I’ll be back.”

At the dresser, she pulled out stuff for both of them, missing the Yosemite Sam shirt but happy with her find of ‘Sit on it, Potsie’ black, frayed glory. Soon, she was back beside him, gently pulling his shirt over his head, wincing along with him when she passed the collar over his bruise-darkening eye. Pants weren’t too difficult, Scully holding his arm for balance while he dropped scrubs and pulled up ratty sweatpants, “remind me not to follow any ghosts ships in the near future.”

“No.”

He smiled as best he could but most of his energy and being was wrapped up in desperate need to lay down, go to sleep, rid his head of the terrible pounding that had wedged itself behind his eyes, “did you bring drugs home with you?”

“Several. What color do you want?”

“Rainbow me up, please? My head feels like it’s going to explode.”

Drugs swallowed, Scully changed – he would comment on her shirt at some point in the evening – and after tucking him in, she turned out the light but came back to his side, “I’m going to go sleep out on the couch, okay? Do you need anything?”

Even through pain and wavering reality, “be with me, remember? The couch is too far.” Indicating over his shoulder, eyes already closing for longer and longer intervals, “I have plenty of room behind me, softest mattress in the place, I promise.”

She could seriously just wait two minutes then go out to the couch, he’d never know but Scully being Scully, especially tonight, especially now, especially here, “okay but if you kick me in your sleep, I’m kicking back.”

Slurred, sleepy, “I’ll try not to kiss you in your sleep, promise.”

Nearly correcting him, she instead checked the front door locks one more time, then, incremental debate later, folded back the covers opposite him, sheets cool, pillow shockingly comfortable. She’ll admit it, she may have let out a slight, happy, back of the throat groan when her head sank down into it.

This pillow may have to go the way of Yosemite.

&&&&&&&&&&

Never expecting to fall asleep so quickly, she had no idea she had until she found herself blinking, eyes rolling and lids sticky. Concept of time had disappeared, clock telling her it was after 2 am but mind firmly believing she’d only been asleep for a few minutes. Wondering what had woken her, she turned to her other side, coming face to face with Mulder, still asleep but hand twitching, searching.

He must have touched her back while he moved and taking his wandering fingers, she was surprised when he bought them to his lips, kissing her knuckles, “I should have kissed you again after you hit me.”

Wondering if he was still dreaming, “Mulder?”

His eyes opened suddenly, wide awake like she’d never seen him, “You saved the world and I should have kissed you again.”

“You kissed me?”

Smiling, his eyes closed, drifting back to dreams, “and I want to do it again.”

Still back on the last statement, “you kissed me?” He answered with a deep sigh, sleep capturing the conversation in limbo and driving her forward, 2 am a thing of both beauty and shadow, she maneuvered to get her lips to his, a light brush, a tentative touch, a fleeting taste, “I love you, too, Mulder.”

#nazis and thors hammer and red dresses #even a triangle comes full circle in the end #msr #txf fanfic #x-files fanfic #MulderNScully #My writing

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