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outerbankies · 3 years

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LITTLE BLURB YES PLS!

only since you said please!

(disclaimer: this takes place during part 5 but in this version they went to topper’s, not griffin’s after midsummers. don't put too much stock into any of this—esp john b's appearance at the end—it's not important for the plot at the end of part 5, promise. just a scene i liked before i kinda changed the direction of the end of the part and had to delete stuff + rework some logistics.)

new light blurb: afterglow — rafe cameron

warnings: drinking, swearing, mentions of sex (minors dni)

“Times’it?” Rafe asks from his spot on your chest, his morning voice cracking from misuse and sending vibrations through your entire torso. “Hm?” You mumble, blindly running a hand through his hair. Your sleep-addled mind could still make out that your boyfriend smelled like chlorine.

“Time?” he reiterates.

You hum noncommittally, cracking just one eye open to search for your phone in the sheets. You can’t resist scratching a hand across his abs as you do, giggling when the muscles jump at your touch. You finally find your phone under your hip, only to discover a black screen when you try to power it on. “It’s dead.” “What would you do without me?” he chides, rolling over out of your hold to check his phone on the night stand, stopping his army crawl up the bed to give you a peck as he goes. He pulls his phone off of his charger. “Damn.” “What time is it?” You plaster yourself to his back, burrowing your face into the back of his warm neck and placing a kiss there. “Nearly noon, party girl,” he coos, plugging your phone in for you when you hand it to him and turning back over. You fall onto his chest, humming when he runs a hand through your hair. “We have to meet my sister and her boyfriend in an hour.” “Tell them to pick us up,” you whine. “And bring us coffee.” “Top said he had coffee delivered earlier. It’s in the kitchen,” he says, scrolling through the missed notifications on his phone. You hold your hand out for it, opening his Snapchat camera to check your appearance once he gives it to you. You gasp. “Oh god, I slept with my makeup on,” you groan, seeing your mascara had gathered in smears and bits under your eyes. You send a snapchat to Topper, typing out ‘please tell me you have makeup wipes.’ Rafe snatches his phone back out of your hand, saving the photo to his camera roll before he sends it for you, laughing maniacally as you whine. “I look like a panda.” “Mm,” he murmurs, setting his phone back down on the nightstand and snuggling down into the covers, arms circling in a vice grip around your waist. He assesses you one more time before letting his eyes shut again, pressing a long kiss to your forehead then resting his cheek against it. “Or maybe a raccoon. A cute one though.” “Nice save.” “I try,” he murmurs, cracking his eyes back open, looking down at you again, leaving it up to you to make that last move. You do, thumb on his chin angling him down at a good angle for you to kiss him. Rafe makes a pleased noise into your mouth, already shifting to lay on top of you, the arm that’s not holding his weight over you sliding under your back, fingers skimming underneath the back of your shirt—his shirt. There’s a knock on your door, a worse for wear looking Topper Thornton appearing in the doorway. “Hey, watch it bro,” Rafe admonishes, shifting off of you and making sure the duvet is covering you. “She’s not dressed.” “Chill, Rafe.” “Sorry, Y/n/n,” Topper says, but you just wave him off. He staggers into the room with a packet of makeup wipes, handing them off to you then promptly flopping down at the foot of the bed after you pat it, not unlike how you summon Wilbur. “I’d say I died and came back to life, but I think I just died.” “Me too, bud,” you sigh, started to scrape as much makeup as you can off your face. “Top, these are bougie.” “Did Blythe leave them here?” Rafe teases. Topper wouldn’t stop talking about this girl from his school that came to visit him a few weeks ago, and Rafe kept ribbing him for it every chance he could. “They’re my mom’s,” Topper mumbles, face down in the bed. “Fuck you.” “Down bad. Where’s Kelce?” “Last I knew, passed out in the tub down the hall.” Rafe laughs, pulling you closer to him, still making sure the covers are up to your waist. He pulls your shirt closer together where the buttons were undone. “Topper, close your eyes. I’m getting out of bed.” “I don’t think I could open them if I wanted to.” “She told you to close them,” Rafe says, kicking him from under the covers. “Ugh, you two make me sick,” he mutters, still moving to cover his eyes with his hand. “There.” “Thanks bestie,” you say, hopping out of bed to throw away your used makeup wipe. You hear a crash from down the hall as you settle back into bed. “Is that Kelce?” Rafe asks. “Kelce is dead,” a voice says from the doorway. Kelce is wearing sunglasses, his pink suit jacket from

Midsummers still on, but not much else underneath. “I am a new person. One that is never drinking again.” “Wait,” Topper says, resting up on his forearms suddenly, looking down at the covers under him, then to Rafe, shirtless, and you, wearing his dress shirt. Your dress, probably still damp from the night before, hangs over the shower rod in the en suite. “Please don’t tell me you guys had sex in my guest bed.” You blush, immediately denying it. “No, of course—” “Might wanna tip your maids extra,” Rafe cuts you off, laughing when you hide under the covers. He stops when you kick him in the shin. Topper fake wretches, making Kelce actually wretch before he runs down the hall. —

You’re whining about the bruise Rafe left on your hip, which your yellow bikini bottom strap so conveniently dug into, when John B steers the Druthers up to Topper’s dock. Rafe hops on first, helping you after him, tugging your t-shirt—which was actually his undershirt from last night—down further for you, even though it’s already brushing the tops of your thighs. He can’t resist the urge to press on the bruise with his thumb, grinning when you suck in air through your teeth. “You’ll be fine. Don’t act like you didn’t like it.” You push him away from your ear, trying to suppress a shiver. You can’t even remember if it was from his hand or his mouth. “Sarah!” you greet, leaving Rafe to follow behind you. It isn’t long before he’s smacking John B’s hands away from the steer, taking his rightful spot. He looks silly wearing one of Topper’s shirts, stretched a bit too tightly around his bigger build, the hemline falling a bit too high on his stomach. You’d offered to wear it instead so he could have his own shirt back; he didn’t take kindly to it, huffing and forcing Topper’s shirt over his shoulders. You even think you heard a seem rip. “Hey, Y/n,” Sarah says, hugging you and offering you a White Claw. You politely decline and she giggles. “Rough night?” You just shake your head, settling into Rafe’s side where he’s driving the boat. John B keeps trying to touch things and Rafe smacks his hands away, every single time. “Be nice, Rafe.” “Ooh,” John B says in delight, and Rafe just shakes his head. “Am I making you look bad in front of your girl, Cameron?” You open your mouth to say something, comment on how their relationship had evolved since high school. But Rafe’s admittance of his insecurities last night was still fresh in your mind, and you didn’t want to stir anything back up. You just lean further into his side, squeezing him around the waist. “Watch it, Routledge,” he says, smacking John B in the back of his head. “I’m still your girlfriend’s big brother.”

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flowerpowell · 5 years

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You Drive Me Crazy (Colt x MC)

PART ONE

Hey all! This is my first Colt fanfic ever and I’ve been wanting to write something for him for ages! This is the first chapter of the mini series, which will get interesting later on because this chapter is super fillerish. Please note, it’s an AU and I’ve changed quite a few things! Please let me know if you want to be added or removed from the tag list!

All characters belong to Pixelberry, I dont own them.

! In this AU Ellie (MC) and Colt have been friends for a few years and they are older than in canon !

Rating: PG

Word count: ~1550

Tags: @agent-bossypants @brightpinkpeppercorn @akrenich @choicessa @confessionsofabrokegirl @lovehugsandcandy @choicesarehard @long-gone-girl @going-down-downtown @berruneko09

(I didnt tag the whole of my perma tag cause I know most of the people on it dont read RoD so dont hesitate to let me know if you dont want to be on the taglist or want to be added)

“How does your last teenage days feel?”

At the sound of Colt’s voice, Ellie jumped and turned quickly to face her friend, now standing in the doorway, smug smile on his face.

“You’ve scared me! I told you to knock!” She squealed throwing a pillow at him.

“I would if you finally learned to close the door, El,” he said looking around the room. “Preparing for college, I see?”

“Mhm,” she nodded, eyes focused on her giant to-do list.

“Yeah, what’s better to do on a Friday night, huh? Especially when your father is on a night shift. Packing sounds perfect,” he teased, peeking at the contents of Ellie’s suitcase.

She turned to him and narrowed her eyes. “I just don’t want to leave it for the last moment!”

“And where’s the fun in this?” Colt asked and Ellie rolled her eyes.

“How are we even friends?” She looked at him jumping on her bed, still in his dirty clothes and she fought the urge to tell him to get up and at least take off his shoes. It never worked though. Ever since she met Colt Kaneko over ten years ago she knew he was a complete opposite of her. The only thing they had in common was the situation with their fathers.

Both Ellie and Colt couldn’t find a common language with their parents. Ellie’s father being a police officer was very protective of his daughter and rarely ever let her do anything she really wanted. Colt’s father, on the other hand, seemed not to care about his son at all. When still a young boy, Colt tried his best to get approval from his father but Teppei wasn’t exactly the kind of father who would pat his son on the back and say “good job, kiddo.” So Colt stopped trying. His life from then on was full of what he called “fun” and what Ellie called “stupidity.”

She was the perfect daughter who for her own father’s sake postponed going to college and stayed with him for a little bit longer when he didn’t feel his best. Her days consisted of studying, helping her father, meeting with the two friends she had, drawing and constant daydreaming.

His days were full of clubbing, different women he happily invited to his apartment, long drives on his beloved motorcycle and illegal races, but these were from time to time.

Ellie always teased him about his lifestyle and tried to act all “motherly” but Colt never listened to her, however he was glad to have at least one person who seemed to care about him.

Maybe this was what was drawing him to Ellie. She was so different yet she understood him like no other. And never judged him. She was his “safe haven” even though he could never admit this out loud.

“I’m gonna miss you when you’ll be in college,” he sighed playing with one of Ellie’s porcelain figures.

“You can always go back to college too. I’m sure they miss you after so many years of absence,” she smirked at him and he stuck out his tongue.

“It’s Friday night, El.”

“Hmm? Yes, I can see that,” she murmured, counting something and writing the numbers down.

“You should do something fun! I can take you--”

“Colt,” Ellie turned to him, “no offence but we have two different concepts of fun. I don’t like yours.”

“I just want you to live a little! You complain about feeling trapped in a cage but you don’t want to do anything outside your comfort zone!”

“It’s not that easy!”

“For example, you’ve always wanted a driver’s license? Tell me, what’s stopping you?”

“My father? You know what he thinks about it!”

“Ellie, you’ll be twenty in three days, why don’t you just stand up for yourself?”

“Well, I’m not you Colt!” she exclaimed and then added, whispering, “And I don’t want to lose my father.”

“You won’t--”

“Just drop it! Please, I have other things to think about right now,” she waved her hand and turned back to checking things off her to-do list. Colt was watching her with a forced disguise on his face. She was so stubborn... He had been trying to make her do more crazy things but he failed almost every single time. The only thing she ever agreed to was riding his motorcycle from time to time. And it was a huge success.

“You’re such a nun!” he finally spoke, teasing her as always.

“Says the American Don Juan!” Ellie teased back with a smile on her face.

Finally, a smile!

“Wha-aat, me?!”

“You!” she chuckled, “You earned quite a reputation here. Especially after that situation with...what was her name? Alice? Alana? Amber?”

“Err...does it really matter?”

“I guess it doesn’t to you,” she sighed sadly and motioned her room. “I’m gonna spend the rest of the night preparing my stuff so if you don’t wanna help maybe you should go find a new girlfriend for the night.”

Colt stood up and hesitated a little before finally nodding. “Right, I guess I should go. See ya tomorrow, El!”

“Yeah...See you...”

~~~~

“Wow, I can’t wait to meet her! You’ll see, a few meetings with me and she’ll forget about being all nice and proper!”

“Oh no, no! Don’t break my friend, Mona! She might seem boring but she’s still my friend,” Colt laughed, sitting next to his new collegue during the lunch break.

Ever since his father hired Mona, he finally felt like he had someone to talk to. Someone he could vibe with.

“I think she just needs some stimulus. Maybe going to college without her father will help?” Mona suggested and Colt smiled.

“Probably...”

“Why do you even care about it so much? It’s her life!” she took a sip of her drink and twisted her face as the sour taste filled her mouth.

Colt sighed, “I just want her to enjoy life. I see how miserable she is, I’m tired of her constantly complaining about it.”

“You can’t change her into you, Colt. If that’s what she really wants, her time will come eventually. You can’t speed up those things.”

Colt only grunted in response and Mona waited a few moments to ask another, more important in her opinion question.

“Do you...have a crush on her?” she started, suspiciously studying her new friend’s face.

“No! We’ve been friends forever and I don’t see her this way. Besides, she’d never want a guy like me...Nope.”

“Mhm,” Mona narrowed her eyes as if not believing what Colt just said. But what else could be said? It was all true, Colt wasn’t Ellie’s type. She always dreamed about a prince charming, about having a long-term, stable relationship. And Colt had never been in one. And didn’t know how to be in one either. And most surely, he wasn’t a prince charming. Lost in his thoughts, he suddenly realized Mona was talking to him this whole time.

“Hm?”

“I asked: when do I get to meet her? Is she organizing a birthday party I can crash?” Mona repeated trying hide the annoyance in her voice.

“Ha! Ellie has been to a party once and never again. She said it wasn’t her scene or something. No, she doesn’t have any plans for her birthday... unless... unless...”

“Unless what?” Mona asked impatiently but Colt only smirked and jumped up, startling her.

“I’ll tell you later, gotta go now!”

And without paying attention to Mona’s yells, he drove to Ellie’s house. She opened the door still in her pajamas but with make up on.

“What are you doing here?” she asked confused, letting him in.

“I have a proposition for you. And I don’t take ‘no’ for an answer.”

“Okay...Spill it!”

“I’m taking you on a birthday trip. Well, two days trip to be exact. But I promise it’ll be fun! And we can cross out some things off your bucket list, yes, I know you have one,” he shook his head not letting her interrupt, “we can jump off the cliff at midnight and do all these fancy stuff you’ve always wanted so that you can go to college and actually have something interesting to tell.”

“Jerk,” Ellie shoved him playfully but he grabbed her hand before she could hit him again. “I think Dad won’t mind, he has a night shift anyway. But as for me...Two days with you seems like too much. And what will you do without your girlfriends? What will they do!” she teased him as he rolled her eyes, still holding her hand.

“They’ll survive. So what, do we have a deal?”

“I don’t know...”

“Come on, El! I promise you’ll have lots of fun!”

“Ugh, fine! But we’re staying in a hotel, not in a tent like last time!”

“Yes ma’am! Great! See you then!” Colt hopped on his motorcycle, grinning and mentally planning everything for Ellie’s birthday trip.

Get ready, Ellie. This will be the most unforgettable birthday you’ve ever had.

#rod #ride or die: a bad boy romance #ride or die: bad boy romance #choices #choices rod #colt kaneko #colt x mc #colt kaneko x mc #playchoices #choices fanfic #choices fanfiction #rod colt #rod mona

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saltine-kakyoin · 5 years

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ok i CANNOT take it anymore I simply MUST know. spill the beans on the Star Catinum scene please 🙏🏼🙏🏼💝💝💝🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼 I have been wondering for SO LONG and I am SO CURIOUS

OKAY SO BEFORE I GET INTO THIS, LEMME PROVIDE SOME EXPOSITION! :3 the Star Catinum Scene was heavily inspired by the one fan art of splat w the BIG dinner plate eyes, the one where’s he’s like owo and then O W O. it reminded me of a cat! and then i thought of this one post i saw ages ago about how much it’d suck if catra’s eyes went all big + dilated in the middle of one of her fights with adora, and then... the dots connected and, to quote my main man kronk, it was all coming together now :3 another big part of this is the adventure i had w coffee in ny, which we’ve talked about here in there in chat! w that said, lemme dive right in!! this might get long, so i’m gonna put it into a readmore just in case!

sO. the star catinum scene is from the sda, which means kak is roomies w camille in paris while jotaro is grappling w friend/family withdrawal in florida! Jotaro travels + visits everyone when he can, bc he is just. Mad lonely in florida. he might grump about all of the crusaders, but he really do be lovin + missing them, you know? On Kak and Camille’s end, this is normally fine! however, the visit that takes place in the star catinum scene is like. towards the later end of the semester for Kak, and inconveniently RIGHT in the middle of one of his final projects for the semester. So! Instead of trying to juggle the project + jotaro, he decides, fuck it! I’m gonna go crazy go stupid and finish it in advance so I can devote all of my attention to jotaro + what he’s been up to when he arrives. :)

nonetheless, jotaro’s visit sneaks up on him, in the way that these kinds of situations do, and he really becomes unhinged that week! He’s gone, painting for nights on end, leading up to Jotaro’s arrival + distressingly, he’s still not done the day/night before jotaro’s set to arrive! Kakyoin is normally a pretty levelheaded and rational guy, but all pretense has jumped out the window. he just Needs to finish this project at this point. SO. that night right before jotaro flies in, Kak stops by the cafe right underneath his and Camille’s apartment that’s run by a turkish and indian couple, and orders two large cups of their most intense brew. With his project and his coffee in hand, he sets off for a parisian rooftop to finish what he started, chugging the first cup as he goes. The first cup is nice, and really gets him going and in the mode! however, he gets so hyperfocused on the painting that he forgets there’s a second cup- at least, until he almost trips on it hours later! And then he’s like. Oh. Oh GOD. there’s a second cup! full of coffee! what do? The small voice of reason that’s been dwindling throughout this week is like: noriaki....whatever you Do, do NOT drink that cup. just let it go. toss it. But another, louder part of him is like: but you are getting kind of sleepy tho.. and are you done with your project yet? No? Then why waste the money by throwing the cup away? Just drink it dude...

So, he drinks it! which is fine and dandy for all of five minutes, until the caffeine REALLY begins kicking and oh, oh god. he should Not have had the second cup of coffee...Filled with regret and too much energy to handle, he feverishly finishes up the painting, slowly losing a grip on reality with each stroke! it almost feels like his body is trying to exorcise itself, which he can’t really blame it for. almost drunkenly, he stumbles back to his and camille’s apartment- thank god for hierophant catching his missteps and making sure the painting isn’t tarnished on the journey! He stumbles back into the apartment, which is pretty dark beyond the light peeking out from camille’s bedroom + the flickering glow of the flames from her new candles. she steps out of her room when she hears he’s finally home, and ooh. Kakyoin may be lost in the caffeine sauce, but he can almost Feel the concern radiating from Camille’s person. she barrages him with a bunch of questions, seemingly all at once. wherewereyou? are you okay? isitfinished? whendidyoulastsleep? Most importantly, are you going to be well enough to get pick Jotaro up from the train station in a few hours?

Kakyoin waves these questions off as his body plummets into the wonderfully plump cushions of their sofa- painting,i’mfine,yes,idon’tknow, and Yes. just let me close my eyes for a moment...i’ll be fine just wake me up when it’s time to get jotaro. And then, he slips into a deep deep slumber.

(i’ve gotta get ready for work soon, so i’m gonna copypasta the rest from my explanation of it to jules!! which is grand bc i feel that explanation captures the fever dream quality of it much better than i am here!)

Camille watcches him melt into the couch + basically enter a coma with mounting anxiety. Normally Jotaro calls when he's arrived at the train station from the airport, and despite the early hour she doesn't really expect this time to be any different. However, it's normally Always Kakyoin that goes to get him. and then they go out for lunch, or dinner, or breakfast. or just a random snack run at the oddest hours of the day. Normally Camille hardly interacts with Jotaro, and she’s used to their interactions always falling flat.. she doesn't know why. Kakyoin assures her that that's just how Jotaro is: quiet, expressive in his own ways. but it gnaws at camille

So anyhow, she waits for Jotaro to call with Dread, because the situation can go one of two ways: kakyoin emerges from his like 2 hour nap after not sleeping for at least a day or two, and the entire visit is off because Kakyoin himself is off skelter. Or, she answers the phone and gets jotaro from the train station Herself + maybe makes him dislike her even more! both options make her stomach drop, and she can't stop her eyes from constantly drifting over to kakyoin, who looks a little too still, a little too cold, a lot of too worn out. She grabs her nicest, most comfortable blanket and throws it over him.. maybe it'll help him sleep better, and hopefully it'll help ease her mind

she does some meditation until jotaro Finally FINALLY calls. Kakyoin is the lightest sleeper known to man for reasons that Camille is unable to understand, so she leaps on their telephone. jotaro's voice is something that strikes fear in her, and having his voice right up in her ear at like 3 am is the least ideal thing ever. it throws all of her meditation out the window, and the harebrained anxiety is Back.

hurriedly, she tells jotaro that they'll be over to pick him up soon! and she can't help but notice the deflated, "Oh." she gets back in response, which baffles her even further. (jules said that was bc he was just waking up from his own personal red-eye flight fever dream nap, and I cannot agree more!) Sure, it's normally always kakyoin that gets jotaro, but what's so wrong with her tagging along? It's not a far walk from their apartment to the train station- what if she just wanted to get out of the house? anyhow, the thought only serves to make camille more nervous.

she decides right after hanging up that No. She is Not going to wake kakyoin up for this- he really needs the sleep, jotaro be damned. it's not like they're going to get up to anything at this hour anyways. She shimmies into her outerwear + yeehaws over to the gare du nord, where she finds jotaro pretty quickly (he’s so tall!). he's like, "Oh- you. Where's Kakyoin?" and she spitballs the entire thing to him because Camille is just a motormouth when her nerves are high

Camille is expecting Jotaro to be miffed, just a little bit, but surprisingly, he's pretty chill about the whole thing. He's grateful to Camille for coming to get him, because otherwise he'd get hopelessly lost in the maze of the city. This is where Camille begins to realize, hm.. perhaps she was too harsh of a judge..mayhaps.. jotaro really is just Like That, as kakyoin has said at least six times before.. what a concept.

They start walking back to the apartment, and Jotaro's mostly concerned about Kakyoin and why the dude's currently comatose on their couch. Camille just keeps rambling and maybe giving out more information than she should, but Camille is just like Polnareff in that regard. she doesn't notice his gaze soften at their similarity, or at the concept that kakyoin would work himself raw just to make time for jotaro's visit... (which Kakyoin shouldn't have to, not for his sake! but the concept pokes at the small beast in jotaro that fancies kakyoin, which.. ugh. that's an entire thing for him to wrestle with.)

so they make it back to the apartment, and camille urges him to be really quiet as they enter- 'did you know, kakyoin's a super light sleeper? i stubbed my toe and cursed once and it woke him up! it's a little odd, i wonder why he's like that.' but jotaro knows. he learned why early sometime in their third year, an admittance uttered in the pitch black of the ocean at an ungodly hour. death 13, a stand he never met, or at least one that he doesn't remember meeting? and yet one that had such a profound impact on kakyoin. in the present, he puts more thought into his footsteps as they cross the threshold between the apartment commons and kakyoin and camille's apartment.

And oh, there he is. buried under a heaping white blanket, with only the left side of his face poking out. jotaro grins ever so slightly, looking at the noodle strayed madly across the side of his head that jotaro can see- how intensely had kakyoin flung himself at the couch? he feels like his eyes rest on kakyoin a moment too long, and maybe camille feels it too. or maybe her mind is just buffering- kakyoin had said she was squirrel-minded sometimes. as if her brain were leaping from one thing to another at such incredible speeds that she herself struggled to keep up with it

camille whispers so lightly that jotaro almost doesn't hear her. but once he does catch on to what she is saying, something takes hold of his heart and tries to drag it under. She's afraid to wake Kakyoin up and ask him to move because he really needs the sleep, but that means jotaro's pick for bed is either her bed (sized for one petite camille and therefore most Definitely not fit for one giant Jotaro) or kakyoin's (which is better suited for jotaro's height but also DANGEROUS)

he feels her eyes upon him like a searing iron on flesh. camille means well, and camille has No Idea what feelings he has- he knows she doesn't think anything of his silence, his deliberation...but god. in this tiny apartment lit only by candlelight, it sure feels like she's peering into his soul and judging him. nonetheless, he ends up choosing kakyoin's bed. his flight was long, and camille's bed is just. not cut out for him! that, and it'sonlyonenightit'sonlyonenightit'sonlyonenight. once kakyoin is up tomorrow.. or whenever he's up......he and jotaro can just switch beds and there'll be no problems. this is what jotaro tells himself, but his mind still runs rampant as he lies in kakyoin's bed. thisiskakyoin'sbed. this is where kakyoin sleeps Every Single Night. this is where kakyoin would be sleeping Right Now if he hadn't run himself ragged in preparation for your visit. he did that for youforyouforyou! but also.. he should not have done that for you- you always have this effect. it's an endless cycle all night long- jotaro is thankful when the exhaustion from the airport finally shuts his brain up

needless to say, jotaro feels like shit when he wakes up. camille feels like shit when she wakes up. nobody had a good night except for kakyoin, and that's only if you count out his feverish journey back to the apartment as his body tried to violently keep itself from tearing apart at the seams due to drinking Way Too Much strong coffee. camille's already up when jotaro clambers out of kakyoin's room, starting the pot for the morning. she takes one look at him and empathizes, asks how he takes his coffee. they chat quietly as it brews- camille tells him that the only person she thinks got a good night's sleep is kakyoin, who is still out of it. bemused, she tells jotaro how she misjudged where the counter was earlier and accidentally ended up slamming her mug on it, which she was SURE was going to wake up kakyoin. but behold... the beast still slumbers!

this is a really pivotal moment for jotaro and camille's friendship, this quiet morning talk. they don't talk about anything in particular, just whatever floats into camille's mind. they're both too tired to really care about any preconceived notions they had about the other, which is how they both learn that they had horribly misjudged the other. huh, would you look at that!

at some point as they're chatting, star platinum peels away from jotaro to go check on kakyoin, which used to happen often, especially back in tibet. this would annoy jotaro any other time- he very distinctly remembers kakyoin harshly telling him i'mfinei'mfinei'mfine, i'm not going to break or anything. but star (and thus, by extension, jotaro..) has always been the type to Need to check. star has always been a bit more anxious about kakyoin after dio, which jotaro really thinks is pretty fair. seeing your best friend getting rolled into a helicopter with a giant gaping hole in his abdomen will do that to you!

but anyhow. star peels away from jotaro to check on kakyoin, and jotaro allows it. he is concerned about kakyoin- although jotaro's guilty of it, too, it's no good to be staying up for that long and knocking yourself straight out with old coffee. he keeps chatting with camille through all of this- star platinum is up to Risky Business, but camille can't see him. jotaro's fine

(except camille CAN see him and she's too petrified to say anything about it lmao)

so while he and camille keep chatting, star platinum hovers over to kakyoin, and really takes the dude in. admittedly, kakyoin looks worse for wear. his skin has an odd pallor to it that makes jotaro feel a little queasy, and the bags under kakyoin's eyes don't go unnoticed either. his brow is deeply furrowed, and absently jotaro wonders what's plaguing kakyoin in his sleep. it's always been like this, since death 13. since the coma. he wants to smooth kakyoin's brow out, to run his thumb along it. but that's dangerous.

instead, star acts on instinct and reaches out to push The Noodle, the damnable beast, out of his face. star moves slowly- he doesn't want to wake kakyoin up, after all. it was just in the way. Of Kakyoin, that is. Not Jotaro looking at his face. Never that.

however, jotaro gets caught up in the thought, and in the implication of the thought, and star's finger brushes against kakyoin's ear way more than he had intended to (read: he hadn't intended to!! *cue internal screaming*), and oh. god. oh god. kakyoin's index finger fidgets, and then his eyebrows relax. has jotaro fucked up. oh god. if he woke up kakyoin he might just chuck himself out the window and into the traffic below them

as jotaro's thinking this, star platinum, the fucking beast, remains firmly planted in front of kakyoin. despite all the sirens going off in jotaro's mind, it stays there. most times, he feels like star platinum and he are pretty well in sync. but sometimes, he wonders if star platinum has a will of its own- is it Really just jotaro floating around in there? he wondered this at the very beginning, in that jail cell, and he begrudingly wonders about it now. getbackinhererightnow, and Yet! star platinum remains, taking in kakyoin with wide eyes. beside him, camille takes a very long sip of her coffee.

kakyoin wakes up slowly, as if sleep is not yet done with him. when he finally does manage to crack open his eyes, he blinks once, twice. slowly. why is it so bright. why is it so Purple? once his brain finally rejoins the land of the living, he is able to discern what the purple nebula before him is- it's star platinum? looking at him with eyes the size of dinner plates? his mouth utters the stand's name before he can quite process what's going on, but the second he does, splat is gone. faintly, he hears a choke from across the room, and that's what finally wakes him up. his gaze is drawn over to his and camille's kitchen, where camille is very pointedly digging around in their fridge. but next to her is the hulking jotaro kujo, choking on what kakyoin... judging by scent alone, guesses is coffee.

the scent triggers something in kakyoin’s mind, and then it all hits him like a train- overwhelming and all at once. oh dear god, he slept for far too long. he missed jotaro's arrival completely! and now jotaro is here choking on coffee in their kitchen. Jotaro is here!! and kakyoin was only just now waking up, disgustingly sweaty, under a mountainous blanket- camille's? oh dear god. what a nightmare!

in any other circumstance kakyoin would go to hug jotaro or shake his hand, but this. this was not it. his breath smelled like coffee that was much too old and God, he was so hot! he felt like his clothes had been glued to his skin. he yells out some sort of greeting, some acknowledgement that hey!! it's jotaro! but the words are jumbled and a pretty pitiful mix of english, japanese, and french. and then he vaults over the couch and into his room, WHERE! Jotaro's suitcase is?????? he trips on it, yells out some sort of profanity, grabs some clothes, and proceeds to promptly lock himself in the shower for at least fifteen minutes.

in these fifteen minutes, it's just intense kill bill sirens on all ends. kakyoin's like FUCK MAN I MISSED PICKING UP JOTARO, I CAN'T BELIEVE I SLEPT THROUGH ALL THAT! AND WHY WAS STAR LOOKING AT ME LIKE THAT? AHHHH; jotaro is just. lost in the sauce. star platinum you fucking bastard you should have withdrawn much earlier! that was too close! and camille. camille just hyperfocuses on achieving the perfect blend of coffee and creamer for her second cup while pretending she did NOT just witness whatever that super tender super intimate scene was. just smile and wave camille, smile and wave and nobody will ever know you saw a thing....

they collectively pretend to agree nothing happened when kakyoin gets out of the shower. jotaro, needing something to do with his hands before his body implodes, makes kakyoin some calming drink- something his father no doubt made often during busy tours. their fingers brush when he passes the cup to kakyoin, but you know what? we are NOT going to think about it. kakyoin nurses the cup gingerly, and camille, the saint that she is, bubbles up an entirely new conversation.

and that's basically it! jotaro falls deeper down the rabbit hole, kakyoin becomes Confused, and camille begins taking notes on the Hopeless Case of One (1) Kujo Jotaro lol

#JULES NOW THAT I'M READING IT AS A POST #I JUST WANNA APOLOGIZE AGAIN FOR HITTIN U WITH THE WALL OF TEXT #IK IT'S FINE BUT MY GOD.. it really was that long huh??#anyhow!!! :3 This is the #Star Catinum #SCENE BABEY!! idk if i want to write a fic about this scene or render it as a comic but ahhh #it's one of the sda's older scenes + one that is super near and dear to my heart #everyone is a disaster!!#coffee is a mistake!#fullmetal-the-last-alchemist #long post

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itsthesinbin · 5 years

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Always Watching (Yandere!Soundwave/OC SFW)

Thank you to @jinxkatkazama (won’t let me tag you) for your business!

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Warning For: Stalking, kidnapping, obsessive behavior

Nienna still remembered when she first met the Autobots.

“Stupid fucking gps,” she grumbled, resisting the urge to throw her phone out of frustration. Of course, even following a fuckin’ COMPUTER, she still got lost. Of COURSE she did. This SUCKS.

She was simply mumbling to herself when she heard… commotion. Something big slamming into something bigger. Yelling and fighting. What the hell was going on?

Something told Nia to run, but she was a hard-headed girl. She ran, but not away from the fighting like she SHOULD have done. An absolute idiot, she is, it seemed.

What she saw crash into the street was… incredible. Terrifying.

Alien.

A giant, robotic creature had been slammed into the ground. A larger creature shot at her with some kind of blaster, and she had to roll out of the way. Nia had no idea what happening, but…

Girls gotta stick together, right?

She thinks the blue one is a girl, anyway- she sounded feminine. That was good enough for Nia.

She fished a large textbook out of her bag, whistling loudly to catch the bigger creature’s attention. It turned to face her, bright red visor shining down at her dangerously.

“Don’t you know you can’t hit a girl, jackass,” she screamed, chucking the book at the creature’s face.

It bounced off harmlessly. Nia didn’t really know what else she expected, but it wasn’t the creature coming at her with a giant gun.

“Oh shit,” Nia yelled, scrambling backwards. Before the creature could attack, the female had gotten up and slammed herself into the other bot’s back. While they fought, Nia hurried to a safer spot.

She heard yelling, shots fired, and then finally tires screeching as someone drove away. Nia felt her heart hammering in her chest, hearing clunking as one of the creatures approached. She was gonna die today. Of course she was.

The blue bot appeared, peeking around the corner she was hiding behind. She had her hands up, trying to convey that she wasn’t going to harm the human in front of her. Nia stepped back a little, but didn’t run.

“... Ugh, great,” she muttered, crouching down to Nia’s level.

“I know you have a lot of questions, and I can answer them, but you gotta come with me- you’d be in danger if I just left you alone. Got it?” Too stunned, Nia simply nodded, eyes widening as the bot transformed into a… fucking motorcycle. Great. Fantastic. Nia’s going to the looney bin.

She didn’t want to argue with a weird giant robot, so… she was going to be kidnapped by one instead, it seemed.

Reaching the base, meeting the others, was… something else. Seeing the other humans with them put Nia at ease, as well, after they explained their own situations.

So, now she’s stuck with alien robots and their human adoptees. Ratchet denied THAT association with the kids, but Nia can tell Ratchet is the MOTHERIEST of mother hens. It was cute.

Nia had time to kill, some days, and would idly watch Raf mess around with programs on his computer. Already having a bit of knowledge on coding and programming, she asked if she could help with anything.

“No, that’s fine-”. An alarm blared, cutting him off. He turned back to the screen, ignoring her as she looked over his shoulder.

“Scrap,” he huffed. “Someone’s found a signal? I thought everything was secure”. Nia saw the big computer flash something, and moved to let Raf work on his laptop.

Climbing up to the main console, she wondered if she should mess with it. Ratchet would KILL her, and, honestly, she had no idea what she was doing.

As she heard Raf getting frustrated and scared, however, she knew she had to try. She had to do SOMETHING.

Herr fingers flew across the holographic keyboard, the keys automatically switching to her native language. Thank GOD it did, Nia thought, or else she’d be FUCKED.

Nia looked up when the alarm ended, seeing the alert system had stopped. Raf ran a hand through his hair, glancing at her with surprise.

“Thanks for… the help- I didn’t expect you to be able to do that,” he said, eyes wide. Nia gave him a thumbs up, hopping down from the console.

“... How about I teach you how to keep up with the alert system,” Raf said, motioning for her to come over. Nia couldn’t help but feel proud as she sat next to the young boy.

Nia spent months with the Autobots, helping Raf with his security, and Miko with her music. Not helping Jack babysit, though, as he ended up babysitting HER as well. She was not a good influence on anyone.

She really shouldn’t have been surprised when she thought she was being followed, due to her… recent activities.

Another late night, another hour of being lost on the way home. Stupid GPS never worked like it should.

Nia felt like something was… off, however. The air felt heavy, and she constantly felt like something was staring holes into her back. Her chest felt tight with nerves and anxiety.

When she looked over her shoulder, she caught something dark gliding into an alleyway. It was big and birdlike, but definitely not organic. Nia swallowed thickly, turning back around and hurrying down the street.

Now that she was paying attention, she could hear a faint whirring noise from… whatever it was following her. God, it was terrifying.

She picked up speed, brisk walk turning into an all-out sprint. She recognized where she was, now. Nia knew how to get home from here. She’d get home, and call the Autobots. Everything’s gonna be alright.

When she found her home, she all but booked it into the house. The door slammed shut, she braced herself against it to try and stay upright. Her legs shook with adrenaline, and her hands were too unsteady to grab her phone.

She heard it outside for the longest time, zipping around the house. Seeing its’ lights shine through the windows. She didn’t know how long she stayed there until it finally left. Nia didn’t DARE move until she was sure it was gone.

The call with Optimus was shaky, and he had Bumblebee stationed outside her house for the night with the order to comm if anything suspicious happened.

Over the course of the next few weeks, Nia would feel like something was severely off. She felt watched. She felt like she wasn’t alone in her own home. It was horrible, not able to feel safe in the comfort of her house.

She had various Bots outside her home, keeping watch outside. That small comfort allowed her to be calm enough to continue with her normal routine, instead of turning into an anxiety-filled hermit. It just took a little longer to be comfortable enough to sleep at night.

Unbeknownst to Nia, though, someone was keeping a very close optic on her.

The Decepticons’ recon bot, Soundwave himself, had taken an interest in the foolish little human the vehicon complained about. Even if he wasn’t harmed, there was still a small crack in his optic that he wouldn’t shut up about. At least, until Knockout finally fixed it.

Soundwave was a little intrigued- he was interested in all of the Autobots’ little pets, but this one… this one was more annoying than the child.

After he tapped into Nia’s computer, he found the programs Raf had put on it. The ones she modified. He recognized the code, and a flame of curiosity lit in his spark.

So, this was the one that enhanced the child’s primitive coding, too? Fascinating. He’d have to keep tabs on her for a while. Make sure she isn’t planning to do anything that could be… detrimental to the Decepticon cause.

He’s sure Lord Megatron wouldn’t mind this little side project. It’d be to ensure the safety of the Decepticons, of course.

He kept a feed of her up constantly, alongside his usual duties. By the end of the first week, he knew her schedule. Knew what she liked to eat, what she sang while she cooked, how she liked her showers.

By the end of the month, he knew what she was going to do before she even did it.

He began to notice small changes about her, after a day. He had been sending Laserbeak to keep watch on her when she was out of her home, and she must have taken note of the Con’s coloring. She stopped wearing the blues and purples Soundwave had come to enjoy. Gaudy pinks and reds replaced her normal clothing, reminding him of Knockout.

He didn’t quite know why, but it made him angry, thinking she was matching another Con.

Soundwave found himself entertaining the idea of putting her back in clothes that matched his paint. Keeping her here, out of the reach of those weak Autobots.

Hm… He may be more involved with this project than he initially thought. Well… he has been loyal- perhaps Lord Megatron will allow him… a small privilege.

By the next week, he found himself waiting for Laserbeak. His little friend went to pick up his… new guest. Megatron had been pleasant about the idea, if confused. When told that this human was a friend of the Autobots, Megatron was proud of the idea.

Soundwave was fine using you as leverage. As long as he had the human.

The sound of screaming caught his attention, angry cursing filling the halls of the Nemesis as Laserbeak entered his quarters. Nia was dangling from the flying Con’s hold, kicking her legs and cussing furiously.

She fell quiet as she was brought towards Soundwave, anger replaced with terror as she was dropped into his palm. Laserbeak returned to his spot in Soundwave’s dock, slipping into recharge. As she stared up at him, Soundwave began a recording.

Megatron’s face appeared on Soundwave’s screen, startling the tiny, fleshy creature in his hand. One simple squeeze, and it’d be over. The idea of having this much power was… interesting.

“Welcome, human,” the recording began. “You are being given to my reconnaissance professional, and he has full control over your wellbeing- I suggest you behave yourself.” Nia’s face contorted, returning back to being livid.

“Fuck you, you bucket of bolts!” The recording, of course, paid her no mind. Soundwave thought it was amusing.

“You are here as collateral, but do not think you are above being killed, should you prove to be too much trouble.” Megatron grinned, making a wave of nausea wash over the human.

“Let’s hope your Autobots really do care about you.” The recording ended there as Soundwave entered his private room, adjacent from his work space.

Nia was placed into a small hole in the wall- well, small for Soundwave. It was VERY large for her. It had basic bedding, a bucket, and some food and water in the corner. There was a pile of clothing near the entrance, which sealed shut with a forcefield.

Instead of saying anything, Soundwave simply sat down. Silently, he observed her. Seeing her grow disgusted and enraged, realizing these were clothes from her home.

“You took these- what the hell is wrong with you? Are you some kind of sick freak?!” Soundwave smiled, under his mask.

Humans were so emotional, and so… lively. It was amusing.

“Sick freak,” he repeated, using Nia’s voice against her. She swallowed the lump in her throat, torn between screaming, crying, or vomiting. Considering the small space, and just a bucket, she figured throwing up was the worst thing to do, at the moment.

“This is more than using me as a bargaining chip. What do you want from me, you giant bastard,” Nia yelled, standing as close as she could to the forcefield. Soundwave stood, stepping over to her cell. Despite not wanting to show how terrified she was, she took a few steps back as his face appeared at her level.

Soundwave decided to give her a bit of a treat, since she’s finally here. Instead of using a recording…

“Want you,” came his own, mechanical response. She flinched a little bit, not expecting it to be so loud- or as robotic as it was. Ironic, considering she’s talking to a huge robot.

“What… do you mean?” The forcefield lowered, and Nia was grabbed before she could react. She struggled, growing more panicked as she was lifted into his hold.

“Watch you. Know you. Want you.” She stilled for a moment. Watching her…

“For fuck’s sake- did you bug my entire house?! Is that how you knew when I’d be home alone-!” He cut her off, placing a digit over her mouth.

“Yes.” He sat down again, letting her move his digit from her face. Her eyes- a lovely, bright blue that reminded him too much of the Autobots- shined with fury.

“Optimus is going to kick your aft, you stalking monster! And I’m gonna rip out your spark with my bare hands!” A silent laugh left him.

“Cute.” The mockery only infuriated her more. She tried to struggle as he reached up to run a digit along her hair.

“Stay here. With me. Whether Autobots come or not.” Nia tried to argue, but Soundwave was being hailed to the bridge. Reluctantly, he moved to put her back in her cell.

“Let me go! Let me out of here!” Soundwave paid the human no mind, leaving the room.

“Change clothes. Hate the red,” was all he said, before he left the room. She cussed at him as the door shut, sitting in the bedding angrily.

A screen appeared in her cell, showing a feed from Soundwave’s point of view. She knew it was him, because he made sure to start it up while staring into a monitor’s reflection.

“Always watching,” he all but purred, beginning his trek to the bridge. Nia glanced up, seeing cameras in all corners of her cell. He really could see her from all directions. She felt sick. He couldn’t help but smile, not that anyone could see. Even as she began to cry out of frustration, he felt as giddy as he did when he was a sparkling.

“Always watching.”

#transformers #tfp #soundwave #yandere #fic #mods commissions #soundwave x oc

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ontherockswithsalt · 6 years

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A Made Man

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A/N: So I changed this story’s rating over on ao3 to Explicit because jeez. New year, same shenanigans. Please enjoy a spinach salad and a smutty Joble Saturday afternoon.

Chapter 18.

“I don’t think we’d ever both been in that shower,” I note, sliding onto the barstool at Noble’s kitchen counter. “I might have to reconsider my loyalty to New York with its small-ass showers. That city is stupid.”

He laughs, glancing over at me with this hopeful flicker in his hazel eyes, then checks on the chicken that sits grilling in a pan on the stove.

“Can I help?” I wonder.

“I could use you on prep,” he decides, motioning with his head for me to come back and join him. “Come slice these apples.”

“I thought about having lunch ready for you when you got home from work,” I tell him while he sets out a cutting board and a knife for me. “But. I figured there were other... priorities.”

“Um yeah. I wouldn’t have even pretended to be appreciative.”

“It was the thought that counts.” I muse as I get started. “Like this?”

“Yeah.” He passes by and lightly pinches fingers at my waist, directing, “Thin. For a salad.” Then takes the apple slice I’m offering and bites down on it.

“Yes, Chef.”

Noble returns to the stovetop and turns the chicken on his grill pan before he makes his way to the refrigerator. “So you’d move to Miami for the shower space?”

I smirk. “Something like that.”

“You’re a damn heartbreaker. Don’t even tempt me with these ideas.”

“I’d move here for a few reasons and you know it.”

“Let's get back in bed. I can do all kinds of convincing.”

I have to smile as I glance down to appreciate the memory of that reunion we just had in his shower that continued with a fast fuck in his bed once we got out. I could hardly blame him. It had been a while.

“I know you can,” I chuckle. “After we eat, though. I'm hungry.”

If only it were that easy. If only Noble could lure me away from New York with promises of colorful meals and fulfilling orgasms. I'd let him try, though. With him, I let myself indulge those kind of surface attributes of a relationship. When’s the last time I actually did?

I know it’s more, though. What we’ve become is deeper than anything I’ve ever felt. It seems ridiculous to think that way about someone almost no one knows.

Not long after the chicken is grilled and sliced, Noble adds it to the spinach salad that he’s tossed up with apples, walnuts, and goat cheese, splitting it between two over-sized bowls for us.

“In an ideal world…” I start, moving around him for glasses of water and forks to set out. “Where would you be?”

He doesn’t even glance up or pause for thought when he pulls out his stool and answers. “In New York. With you.”

Slowly, I slide the silverware drawer shut with my hip while I look at him. “Really?”

“You said ideal.”

A smile nudges the corner of my lips and I cross over to my seat. “With a restaurant?”

“Maybe. Maybe cooking for someone else.”

“Apartment in the city or outer borough?”

He tilts his head to consider it as he picks up his fork. “That depends.”

“On what?”

“Long term? Maybe Queens.”

My brow curves upward. “Long term?”

“I mean--” His shoulders lift defensively while he chews. “I’d want a place to park my car. I’m not renting a space in the city.”

I nod at his reasoning, amused, and wonder what else in the long term he’s been pondering. “Queens, huh?” I murmur. “No Tribeca?”

“I could do that too. I’d better get my ass some Michelin stars if I want to afford that neighborhood, though.”

“Ideal world.”

“Right.”

“I’ll give your ass Michelin stars.”

Glancing over with a cute scrunch of his cheek, he takes a sip from his water and bumps his knee against mine. “How many?”

“The most.” I shrug. “Exceptional ass. Five stars.”

He laughs, setting down his glass as he shakes his head. “Three is the most. But I appreciate the honor.”

“Of course.”

“Gotta have a big shower,” he lists. “For… quality time with you.”

“Oh, I’m invited?”

“Yeah, you can come over and hang out.” He smirks, cutting me a playful side glance.

I return the look, holding back words to chew thoughtfully instead. I wonder in this long term concept, what kind of relationship the two of us have, if one at all. But with all of this in the hypothetical, it doesn’t really make sense to get specific.

“What else?” I ask.

Inhaling a deep breath, he thinks. “Bianca would be there. Somewhere at a… reasonable distance. Maybe in Jersey or something.”

I laugh softly. “Okay.”

“And that’s it.”

I let a quiet moment sit there while we eat and I contemplate the simple vision. “A few years ago, did you ever think you’d say in an ideal world, you’d live in Queens?”

He laughs into his glass of water, shaking his head as he manages to down another gulp. “Hey, I feel like I need a yard now. At least something. And Brooklyn’s not really an option.”

“My brother in Staten Island has a yard. That’s an option--”

“Oh god, kill me,” he mutters, scoffing at the notion. “I don’t want a parking spot that bad.”

*****

Later after lunch, we make our way to the living room and spend the afternoon lazy, stretched across the couch together. Limbs draped over one another’s, I’m content listening to the rhythmic lull of the breath filling his chest and appreciating the idle tracing of his fingers in my hair.

“So about tonight--” I speak up.

He hums softly, probably almost asleep. “Are you mad?” He murmurs, the inhales deeply as he shifts beside me. “Listen, I don’t even want to go. We can make up an excuse.”

“No, I mean you had already agreed to it when I picked the weekend,” I tell him. “I don’t mind either way.”

In our desperate planning to get me to Miami for a weekend, I had let Noble know about the first Saturday I was free. At the time, he told me about existing plans to go out with a group of guys for a bachelor party. It’s supposedly low-key, just a night of bar hopping with guys from work and friends of friends. We had both just kind of agreed, yeah whatever that I’d tag along for a portion of the night, have a few drinks and we’d slip out. With the holidays approaching, my other weekends for the month were booked.

“I guess it could be fun,” he muses.

“As far as you and me…”

He questions me with a sleepy noise in his chest, his fingertips drawing a line down my shoulder.

“We’re not together, or we are together, or--?”

“Make no mistake, you’re mine, dude.”

I smirk against the soft cotton of his t-shirt. “Okay, but when it comes to this group of people we’re going out with.”

“I haven’t told them.”

My head settles comfortably against his chest. “That’s alright.”

“I can,” he offers. “I don’t care. We can make out on the pool table or whatever and then I don’t have to worry about remembering some just friends act with you after I’ve had a few cocktails.”

“Oh, no no,” I tease as I push my hand under the edge of his t-shirt, my palm coasting across his stomach. “I’d actually like to see you try to keep up that act, Nick.”

“Oh-ho, you're so full of yourself,” he laughs. “You think I'm the only one who gets handsy.”

“I didn't say that.” And easily I shift to slide on top of him. “But none of these people know me. I can be whoever I want.”

Settling into the couch beneath my weight, a little breathy grunt rattles in his throat. “Yeah? Who're you gonna be tonight?” His hands trail my back, down to my hips where he tugs me against him.

My knee bends, inching up by his side when I tilt down, urging a spark of friction between our bodies. “I'll be your friend.”

“Mm-hm. Okay, friend.”

Leaning down, I touch my lips to the ridge of his jaw. My tongue just barely teases the hard angle there below his ear. “Will you be my friend?” I wonder.

“Ugh, fuck,” he sighs. “You're such a jerk.”

I can't help my satisfied smile against his skin. “Well when we get back home, I'll be whatever you want,” I remind him, dragging a hand up his head. I dig my fingers there at his mess of brown hair and rock against his growing hard-on once more.

He groans softly and slides his grip down the back of my gym shorts, beneath the waist and grabs a handful of my ass. “You know what I want. You gonna make me ask for it?”

I nod, brushing parted lips across his cheek before I close my teeth on the edge of his bottom lip. “Oh yeah, you're definitely gonna ask for it.”

“Why do we have to wait ‘til we get back home?”

A content rumble of pleasure sounds in my chest when he pulls me into him. My stiff cock strokes his inner thigh when I grind my hips on top of him.

With both hands in my shorts, he grips my asscheeks, massaging, parting them just enough to tease me. But fuck no I won't let him take over.

“Mm,” I exhale a quiet moan. “Because you're not ready.”

His throaty, taunting laugh vibrates beneath me. “I've been ready. You know this.”

A smile curves on my lips as they touch his. More than once in our time apart, Noble and I had talked about switching up our positions. He'd been curious. So it's that good huh? He wondered over one of our text exchanges. The way it feels, I told him. To come while you're inside me is so fucking good, I can't even describe it. Needless to say, he's been a little crazed about it since.

“We'll see how ready you are tonight.”

“Oh my god,” he groans, almost a complaint as he arches his head back.

I don't bother saying anything else while I press into him stretching up before my mouth falls hard on his. I reach down for his shorts, grasping the waist and pushing them lower.

Then I sit up, rushed breath escalating and my movements quicken as I finish pulling off his shorts, his boxer briefs. I lean over him again and he helps me drag his shirt off, tossing it to the floor beside the couch before he gets my t-shirt off too.

My hand wraps around him, stroking for a moment. I ease back to look at him, swallowing hard at the rigid temptation of his cock, the solid plane of his stomach. The lines there broaden to a firm chest, his skin perpetually kissed by the sun and good Mediterranean genes. Goddamn he looks good naked, like absolute fucking sin and I remind myself to tell him more often.

“You think I won't beg for it?” He manages, exhaling hard with a laugh as he tips his head back. “Because I will. You know I'm shameless.”

“Beg? No, I wouldn't do that to you.”

“I think you would.”

“Beg for what?”

“For you to fuck me.”

“Mm.” I consider it with a hum of satisfaction. “Like you'd say please and everything?”

“Yes. Please.”

“Hm.”

“Jamie.”

Another intrigued moan sneaks out of me at that. “Maybe I will make you beg.”

“Ugh.”

“Later tonight.”

He groans again in frustration and I have to laugh, my hand continuing its idle path up his shaft, beneath his balls. “Some friend you are,” he accuses.

Amused, I slide my hand away, down his leg that's closest to the back of the couch and push up his knee a little. There, I lean into him, urging his knee out until he puts his leg on top of the back couch cushions.

“I'll be a very good friend, I promise,” I murmur as I settle closer between his legs. Glancing up, I drag my tongue along my palm before I close a slick fist around his dick.

His neck arches back, showing off the thick path of his throat as he exhales hard toward the ceiling. Reaching up, he rests his hands in his own hair as he urges himself into my stroke.

Before I can get him too caught up in a rhythm, I release him and inch back a little more. My mouth wet, I suck the length of my index finger before trailing it slow along the center path where it slips between the cheeks of his ass.

My other hand slides beneath his hip and I pull him closer and my fingertip pushes further to gently circle the sensitive rim there.

He flinches, his whole body jumping at the contact. This isn't the first time I've taken my time exploring there but I can tell he's needy as hell for what's to come and every move from me has him restless.

His hands move from his head to the arm of the couch where he reaches overhead and holds on.

Slowly I sink my finger inside, just a little. I practically crush my lips together in restraint, it's so fucking tempting. I put on an act like I'm so in control of him right now but it takes some serious self-discipline not to grasp my own shaft to pull it from my shorts and bury it inside him.

“Oh fuck,” he groans, coughing out a desperate sigh that's almost a laugh as he tilts into me. Pushing his head back against the arm of the couch, he approves with this gravelly, murmured chant of yes yes yes.

He feels so good, my touch delves deeper until eventually, the whole length of my finger fills him.

I come down on top of him, letting my lips fall on his just as he buries an unguarded cry into the heat of my mouth. He kisses me hard but we both pull apart in breathy concentration.

“Do you think you'll want more than this?” I ask him, just barely curving my finger. Balancing on my knees, I reach down for his cock and it twitches in my grip.

A noisy exhale escapes his open mouth and he nods.

It's almost a growl that rumbles in my chest as I watch him. I jerk him a little harder, more determined, and I'm so mesmerized studying the way his climax builds in his breaths, he can't catch it, he just calls out and sinks into the sofa cushions, swearing overhead as his orgasm consumes him.

I ease my stroke, my fist guiding the length of him as he comes hot across his stomach, some on his chest, his whole core contracting with each sharp quake that sneaks up on him.

“Oh my god,” he sighs. “Fuuuuuck.”

Pulling out of him, I slip both hands beneath his hips and lean into him. “Damn,” I muse, offering him a smirk -- the same way he's done to me I don't know how many times as I’ve laid there beneath him, spent and breathlessly unwound.

“Good thing we agreed we're just friends,” I tease him. I move closer and dip my head before I touch a kiss to his stomach. “Otherwise we'd get ourselves in all kinds of trouble tonight.” Then with a subtle stroke of my tongue, I taste the salty trail collected on his skin.

“Holy fff--” Noble coughs in disbelief and his head drops back. But he quickly lifts up once more to watch me, his breath heavy in his chest. “You better watch it, friend.”

Provoking him, I hum an appreciative little moan and taste him some more, working my way across the path that he left.

“You're the best,” he praises, “--nastiest friend I've ever had.”

I laugh there against him and push myself the rest of the way up until I collapse on top, pushing a kiss into the side of his neck, then assure him, “I feel the same way about you.”

#jamie x noble #first dumpster association meeting of the new year will now come to order #lol this was just supposed to be a soft chapter but then things happen #you know how they get

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squadlessgeek · 6 years

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"I thought I loved you, but I guess I was wrong"

heeeeeeeeccccccckkkkk, coming right up my dude

Title: I Was Wrong

Summary: Deceit and Virgil angst, post Accepting Anxiety and Can Lying Be Good. The more time Virgil spends with the “light” sides, the more he realizes his worth and how poorly the “dark” sides—especially one in particular—treated him. Deceit just does his thing.

Warnings: Deceit (fanon Deceit is a warning in and of himself tbh), abuse, negative self-talk sorta, cursing, terrible portrayal of Deceit UGH im sorry

Word count: 2172

Pairings: past Virgil / Deceit (Anxceit ?? is that what it’s called?), maybe LAMP if you wanna read into that?, Moxiety at the end

Tag List: @monikastec @persepinecone @horsesquid @sassy-and-messy (let me know if you’d like to be added!)

In most instances, he came at night. Just like Virgil did with Thomas so often, keeping him from sleep, worrying him about anything and everything he could think of. The irony was cruel; Virgil couldn’t help but feel like he deserved it.

At night, when the mind is at its weakest, when anxiety is at an all time high, when lies are easy to believe, when questionable decisions are made.

Deceit could be present without actually, physically being present. He could whisper to the mind, whether the whispers were sweet or sinister. And at night, with no distractions or reassurance that lies were, in fact, lies, he was at his strongest.

Virgil never tossed or turned, but instead he laid in bed, on his back, staring up at the ceiling fan slowly turning above him. He was used to this; the lack of sleep, the heavy eyelids, the racing mind that refused to shut down and just rest already. There was no doubt that, even if he did manage to get some sort of sleep, come morning he would still be exhausted, still visibly weary, still a stick in the mud, boring, gloomy, downer, annoying, worthless, worthless, worthless.

The motions of the ceiling fan were beginning to make him dizzy, and a dread settled in his stomach that he knew wasn’t just nausea. Virgil closed his eyes and attempted his usual breathing exercise, shooing the thoughts away to the best of his ability. He repeated to himself a short mantra that Patton had taught him, that usually helped at least a little bit in situations like this.

I am capable. I know who I am and I am enough. I am whole, healthy, and strong. I am deserving and worthy of all good things. I know the people in my life truly care about me, and I care about them too. I am capable. I am enough.

He repeated it to himself a few times over, the phrases memorized now due to how often he had to use them. But his heart continued to beat at a pace that was entirely unnecessary, his mind continued to reel, and he could no longer keep up the regular breathing.

I am capable. I am enough. I am capable. I am enough. I am capable. I am—

You are

Worthless.

He sat up suddenly, pressing his palms to his face and breathing in sharply through his nose. Not tonight. Please, not tonight. Before tears could begin to form, he threw the covers off and stood from the bed, arms wrapped protectively around his middle. In bare feet, he left his room as quietly as possible and tiptoed down to the kitchen, all while the thoughts persisted.

Waste of space. Waste of time. Waste of air.

With shaking hands, Virgil opened a cupboard and reached for a glass. Water, he just needed water, it’d be fine, it’ll be fine. His hands were slick with sweat, unstable, and the glass slipped from his grip as he pulled it from the cupboard. Despite his efforts to catch it, it bounced off his fingers and hit the ground with a loud shatter. He instinctively jumped back from the broken glass, hissing, “Shit!”

He pulled at his hair, gritting his teeth, hoping that no one heard, hoping that no one else was awake to see him like this. The last thing the others needed was another one of his stupid dilemmas, something they’d already worked through. It was pathetic, that even with the daily reminders from his friends about his importance, his purpose, how much they really cared, he still felt like this. He still struggled with his own worth, he couldn’t even manage to sleep right, he couldn’t even hold a cup without screwing everything up.

It was pathetic.

You are pathetic. You are worthless.

“I know!” He whisper-shouted, sucking in a sharp breath as the tears began to fall. He sunk to the ground, dangerously close to the shards of glass, but he didn’t care. He sat with his back against the counter, legs tucked underneath him, all energy leaving his body.

His eyes were closed, but he could feel him there, hear the tapping of his shoes and the shuffling of his obnoxiously hideous clothing as he crouched in front of Virgil, crushing the glass further beneath his feet.

“Go away,” Virgil managed, his voice wavering, thick with grief. I can’t take this anymore.

Deceit laughed under his breath, quiet and yet chilling to Virgil’s core. He kept his eyes shut tight, jaw clenched.

“Refusing to look at me won’t do you any good, dear, you know this.”

A lie. All he does is lie. Everything he says is a lie. Virgil shook his head, resisting the urge to look. He treated Deceit’s unwanted visits like he would a bad dream. Look away, refuse to give it any power, it can’t hurt you unless you let it. A soft hum, and then Virgil felt gloved fingers gripping his chin. His eyes shot open to their own accord, his heart pounding so quickly that it was almost painful in his chest. He froze, caught like a deer in the headlights, though instead of headlights it was a pair of eyes that weren’t really a pair at all. Mismatched. One eye of a human, one eye of a snake. His breath shook, terror filled him from his fingertips to his toes. He had to remind himself, over and over again, they’re all lies.

He’d imagined scenarios like this, in which he would confront Deceit, or one of the other “dark sides” (as Roman called them). Tell him to shove his lies somewhere not so pretty, maybe even deck him for old time’s sake. But when it came down to the real thing, Virgil was frozen, trapped. Cowardly. Pathetic. Worthless. He couldn’t even protect himself from the lies, how could he expect himself to protect any of the others? To protect Thomas?

“Look at you. I’ve always thought you were quite pretty when you cry,” Deceit cooed, leaning in much too close for comfort. Virgil tried to turn his head away but the other side’s grip tightened and he hissed with pain, instead directing his eyes anywhere but at the snake before him.

“Stop it,” he breathed. “You can’t do this anymore.”

“Oh, but I can. What did you expect, that I would simply cease to exist once you left? Hm? That I would just give up on you? You are much too important to me for that, my little storm cloud.”

“Bullshit,” Virgil hissed, showing a bit of courage that he didn’t think he actually had.

Deceit ignored his accusation and tried to meet the other’s eyes, growing visibly frustrated when he didn’t get what he wanted. He let go of Virgil’s chin and clicked his tongue, leaning back. He picked up one of the larger shards of glass and turned it over between two fingers as he spoke.

“What do you hope to gain from them?” He asked, raising an eyebrow. A half-smile settled onto his lips at the confused, hurt, scared look in Virgil’s eyes.

“Not everyone develops relationships with people just to gain something from them,” he said through clenched teeth. He could handle being told that he was worthless, he could deal with being used over and over again, but as soon as Deceit spoke badly about his new friends, his new family, Virgil grew defensive. Protective.

“They don’t actually care about you, dear. You must know that.”

“What, and you did?” he spat back, fists clenched at his sides.

That seemed to take Deceit by surprise. He tilted his head to the side and pursed his lips, setting the shard of glass down on the tile beside one of Virgil’s hands. Virgil pulled his fingers away from it and flicked his gaze towards Deceit, unsure of what he was planning on saying or doing. Part of him wanted to regret talking back, maybe it would just be better if he sat there and took it, just listened and nodded along obediently, it sure seemed to work enough for Deceit in the past, it could work again now. But as the snake moved closer once again, the angry fire rose in Virgil’s chest. Being this close to him again disgusted Virgil, made him want more than anything to crawl into a hole and decay. Or maybe push Deceit into a hole to decay. That sounded wonderful.

“Anxiety—”

“That isn’t my name, and you know it—”

“Of course I care about you,” the man insisted, ignoring the other’s words, pulling Virgil away from his thoughts. The gloved fingers returned to his face, this time tapping one by one against his cheek.

Virgil swatted them away before he could second-guess himself, muttering, “No.”

“No?”

“No. You don’t. You never did.” Virgil grew more and more defiant, now leaning forward instead of recoiling, jabbing an accusatory finger at Deceit’s chest. It was the snake’s turn to recoil, to have a deer-in-the-headlights sort of expression, though he quickly hid his shock with a sly smirk. “You said you— you loved me, but that—… that was another lie. It wasn’t true, any of it, and it still isn’t.” Virgil sucked in a stabilizing breath and forced himself to keep going, rising to his feet and looking down on Deceit. He was no longer in control. Virgil refused to give him any power. “This, what you do, it isn’t love. What the others do, that’s love. I thought I loved you, but I guess I was wrong, because what I feel when I’m around Patton and Roman and Logan is nothing compared to what I feel when I’m around you. You make me afraid, you heighten my anxiety, you tear me down piece by piece until I’m just a little fucking plaything for you to toy with. Well I’m done, alright?!” He clenched his fists and pressed them to his shut eyes, keeping his jaw tight and refusing to let anymore tears slip out. “I’m done.”

Silence.

All he could hear was his own ragged breathing, but he didn’t dare open his eyes to see if Deceit had gone. He didn’t dare open his eyes to see if it was all a dream, or if he was in for the emotional manipulation of a lifetime, or if anything. He just stood there like that, for what felt like hours, breathing, breathing. No thoughts of self deprecation intruded on his breathing. He was hesitant to take that as a good sign.

“Virgil?”

He jerked, moving his hands from his face and looking with wide eyes to see who had spoken. Patton stood, barefoot and in his cat hoodie and pajama shorts, in the entrance to the kitchen. Last time, there were several indications that gave away Deceit’s disguise; the return to an old sweater that Patton had abandoned, the sudden and intrusive entrances rather than Patton’s usual giddy and (sometimes) well-timed ones, the blatant disregard for the discomfort of others. Unless Deceit was getting better at mimicking the soft concern in the moral side’s voice, the tired confusion in his eyes, or even the wardrobe choices, this was Patton, really Patton. There were no telltale signs that may have convinced Virgil of otherwise.

The anxious side breathed a sigh of relief, letting himself relax. Just as he was about to greet Patton, though, maybe give him a reason for his being up so late, Patton’s eyes were drawn to the tile in front of Virgil’s feet. He gasped and entered the kitchen carefully, kneeling down beside the glass to begin delicately picking up the bigger shards. Virgil returned to the floor as well and helped the best he could. The two threw away everything they could pick up, and then Patton finished up the rest with a small dustpan.

Once all the glass was gone, Virgil was ready to head back to bed without another word, but Patton’s worried touch on his shoulder stopped him.

“You don’t have to talk about it,” the moral side said, a sad smile on his lips. “But it isn’t hard to tell when… well, when someone or something is bothering you.” He scratched at the back of his neck while Virgil blatantly avoided meeting his eyes. “But hey, we’ve got you, kiddo, alright? Don’t forget that. What are you?”

Virgil looked up, confused by the question. “What?”

“What are you? Remember? I am capable. I know who I am and—”

“I am enough,” they said together, Patton giving Virgil a beaming smile as they finished the mantra.

“There. See? It’s true, all of it.”

“Yeah,” Virgil sighed, grateful for the reminder of what was truth and what wasn’t. “Thanks, Pat.”

“You’re welcome, kiddo. Come on.” Hand in hand, the two returned upstairs, stopping outside of Virgil’s bedroom. Patton pulled him into a tight, warm embrace, whispering “Lies are just that, Virgil; lies,” before they parted ways and Virgil finally got the rest he so desperately needed.

Lies are just that.

Lies.

#heck dude #angst #my writing #cursing #long post #fic #prompt #anxceit #abuse /#bad characterization ugghhhh #im sorry lmao #deceit #virgil #patton #moxiety

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tcm--holland · 7 years

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project // peter parker

request from @emarvil: Hi!! I love your writing! Could you please do a fix where tom is your brothers best friend and like you only see him when he comes over to hang out with your brother and he's in the grade above you at school but like it turns into something rly cute??? Not sure I made sense... anyways can you also add me to the tag list for threat bc that shit is GOLD

word count: 1.6k

a/n: tysm for the request! this was adorable hjasghkjsf and i’m so glad you loved threat!!! lol enjoy this little unedited fic <3333

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Dinner is always the most boring part of your day. Your parents have a conversation about work, and then they ask how your and your brother’s day went. You’ve tried to escape upstairs with your plate of food numerous times, but your mother always makes you come down and sit at the table. It’s precious family time, she’ll say. It’s a bonding experience. Yeah, right. There’s just so much bonding going on at this silent table.

Your brother speaks up as you’re shoving a spoonful of mashed potatoes into your mouth. “Mom, is it cool if Peter comes over tomorrow? We have to do a project.” Upon hearing this, you choke a little. Everyone turns to look at you.

“Sorry,” you mutter, gulping down some water. Peter hasn’t been over in nearly a month, and you hardly see him at school. You’re a freshman and he’s a sophomore, and you’re pretty sure he doesn’t think twice about you.

You vividly remember the first time you saw Peter. It was your first day of high school, and you were wandering around campus trying to find where the hell E312 was. You were already nervous enough as it was, and suddenly you were frozen in an empty hallway, paralyzed by fear. You were going to be late to class if you didn’t figure out where you were supposed to go soon. You could feel the hopeless tears starting to well up in your eyes when you heard someone call out to you. You turned around, and there he was.

Standing there with tousled golden brown hair and bright eyes was Peter Parker. He was in a Star Wars t-shirt and jeans, but you’d never seen anyone pull it off so well. He asked if you were lost, and you nearly said that you were lost in his eyes. He told you exactly where to go, and smiled at you before he walked away. Granted, you were still late to your class (turns out it was on the opposite end of campus), but didn’t even care anymore.

And then he befriended your brother in World History, and he came over for the first time. You had come into your brother’s room wearing your embarrassing middle school gym shorts and a hoodie to ask him for math help. And he was just sitting on the floor, looking down at some homework. Immediately, you turned around and left before he could see you, cheeks flaming. Ever since then, you looked forward to the days that he came over. You’d constantly make excuses for passing by your brother’s room, walking back and forth. Peter would smile at you each time, and you always returned it sheepishly.

It’s been forever since he’s been over, and now you can...keep walking past your brother’s room obsessively. You know it’s pathetic, but you can’t help yourself. It’s like you forget your own name each time you see him, and when he talks to you, you remember again.

“Which Peter is that, again?” Your dad asks as he spoons more rice onto his plate.

“Dad, there’s only one Peter.” Your brother sighs.

“Really? Hm. I must be thinking of Paul, then.”

“Only one of those, too…” He mumbles. You quickly finish your dinner and excuse yourself to your room. You hop around in excitement for a few seconds, and then realize you need a cool outfit to come home in.

You go through different outfits? A dress? No, that’s too out of the ordinary for you. Maybe a skirt...ugh, no, it doesn’t look good on you anymore. In the end, you settle for a something simple: black shorts and a tank top. The tank top is Spider-Man themed, custom made in your art class. You’re very proud of it. And to go on top, your royal blue school sweater.

You turn back to the rest of your room to find it a mess. Clothes and shoes are strewn everywhere. Obviously, it all has to look clean for the three seconds that Peter will spend passing by your room to get to your brother’s. Groaning, you begin to clean up.

That night, you go to bed with a smile. You can hardly sleep, you’re so excited. But the next day goes by surprisingly quickly, and you nearly forget about Peter. You’re busy at lunch finishing your English homework early, and your classes are filled with work. So by the time you bike home, you pleasantly recall that Peter’s coming over. You rush up to your room to make sure your room looks okay, and then finish up the homework you didn’t get done at school already.

By the time you hear the front door unlock, you have absolutely nothing to do. You hear the conversation drifting from downstairs.

“Dude, it’s been forever since we last hung out. How did you get so busy?”

“Well, you know, with the Stark internship and everything...it’s been pretty crazy.” Peter chuckles a little.

“Right, forgot about that. How’s your aunt doing?”

“She’s good. We’re good. Last year was really tough on her, but...yeah.”

You hear footsteps come up the stairs and quickly pick up the book beside you, pretending to read. You glance up over the top of your book to see Peter and your brother, heading to his room with Cokes in hand.

“Hey, Y/N,” Peter greets. You smile back, not trusting yourself to say anything. He pauses, eyebrows furrowing together slightly as he looks at you. “Are you reading that upside down?”

Your eyes widen slightly when you see that the text is, indeed, upside down. “U-Uh…” You quickly try to think of an excuse. “Normal books are getting too boring for me. So, to keep up my reading comprehension, I’m trying it out.” You mentally facepalm at this. Is that the best you could think of.

Peter gives you an amused smile. “Right,” he says, but before you can say anything else, he’s gone. You spent the next few minutes wallowing in embarrassment before getting up to go get a drink.

You return with a mug of white tea, prepared to walk past your brother’s room. As you do, you see Peter mutter something to your brother. He considers it for a second and then looks at you. You stop as your brother starts talking. “Did you do all your homework?”

“Uh...yeah...why?” You take a sip, glancing at Peter. He’s chewing on the back of his pencil as he watches. Why is it so cute when he does that?

“Peter thinks you could help us out if you have nothing else to do. Who knows, maybe you could learn a thing or two before you take this class next year.” He shrugs, expecting you to say no.

“Yeah, sure!” You say, almost too excited. Your brother gives you a suspicious look. “I mean, I’m a sucker for history.” You really are, you find it fascinating. You step inside and slide off your shoes to get to work.

You find yourself sneaking glances at Peter at every possible opportunity. But just as he turns his attention to you, you look away, rubbing the back of your neck. You tie your hair in a ponytail before you sketch out the lettering for the title. Peter watches in interest.

“You’re good at that,” he says, and you look up to meet his eyes. A shy blush coats your cheeks.

“I’m taking art,” you explain with a nonchalant shrug. Inside, you’re screaming because he complimented you. You stay silent as you work, listening to Peter and your brother lightly chat. You slide off your sweater as sunlight begins to stream into the room.

“Y-You like Spider-Man?” Peter purses his lips to hide a smile. You’re confused for a second before you glance down at your tank top.

“Oh. Yeah, he’s pretty cool.” Your brother snorts at this.

“Y/N’s obsessed with him. She came home one day after school and she wouldn’t stop talking about how she saw Spider-Man save an old lady or something. And ever since then, she’s been crazy about it. I don’t get it.” You shoot him a glare.

“I’m not crazy. I just…”

“Have an appreciation for a neighborhood superhero that just wants to do good?” Peter says, a hopeful look on his face.

“Exactly!” You exclaim, grinning.

“Hey, Pete, don’t you, like, know Spider-Man? Maybe you could hook something up with my sister here.” Your eyes widen at this, and you open your mouth to speak.

Peter beats you to it. “Okay, first of all, I met him. Once. I wouldn’t know where to find him even if I wanted to.” Your face drops slightly at this. He sees this and adds quickly, “But...I mean, I’ll see what I can do.”

The smile quickly returns to your face at this. “That’s amazing, thank you! You’re the best!” You feel the urge to throw your arms around him, but you resist since your brother’s here.

A while later, you’re making finishing touches. The project looks pretty amazing, thanks to your skills. Your brother leaves to recycle the soda cans and bring up new ones, leaving you and Peter alone. You’re leaned over the project, wisps of hair escaping the ponytail. You finally sit up and glance at Peter, who’s been looking at you. You offer a small smile, and he gives you one back. Your heart hammers in your chest as he reaches over and tucks a piece of hair behind your ear.

When you breath out, it comes out a bit shaky. You finish off your tea to try and calm down, and when you look up, his eyes are still on you. You swallow and find yourself leaning into him. Your faces are just a few inches apart and your hand is on his knee. You hear footsteps start coming up the stairs and you jump away from him. Both of you are grinning widely by the time your brother comes back in. He sees you two and frowns slightly.

“Did I miss something?”

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casper-has-a-cat · 7 years

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this is a prompt fill from way back when i had haikyuusickfics! from here on out i’ll be reposting anything i have saved on my computer from my blogs that got deleted. i’ll be tagging them with ‘old writing,’ and i’ll release them in a queue once a day! i may wait until all of the old ones are posted again to post fills to new asks, but i’d like to get to working on them in advance, so feel free to send stuff to my inbox!

as far as what to send: honestly, feel free to send whatever, as long as it’s not NSFW, but just know that if i don’t feel like filling it, i just won’t. the more detail you put into an ask, the more likely i’ll want to fill it. try to convince me of why the scenario appeals to you, and it will make me much more likely to fill it!

ANYWAY! here’s a very old fill

WARNING: descriptions of vomit below!

read the warning!

okay, you’ve been warned! please enjoy the fic!

When Suga’s phone rang, he answered without looking to see who it was. He’d assumed it was Daichi. He was correct. However, he also assumed that his friend had called to ask a question about their homework or to get Suga’s opinion on how to strategize against their next opponent in volleyball, and in that regard, he was completely wrong.

“Hello?”

“Hey, Suga, do you have any Ibuprofen?”

“Daichi? You have a headache? You okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, it’s not a bad one. I probably won’t even need the medicine, I just want to have it in case it gets worse.”

Suga pursed his lips. It was unusual for Daichi to ask for help for anything, even less for him to be unprepared, and almost unheard of for him to admit he was in pain if it wasn’t unbearable. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

Daichi made an exasperated noise on the other end of the line and Suga could have kicked himself. “I’m fine, honestly, Suga. Actually, I’m not even sure why I called, it’s really not a bit deal. Never-“

“Alright, I’ll be over there with the medicine in 20. Just relax until I get there, okay?”

Daichi sighed, but Suga hung up before he could tell him not to go overboard. He was definitely going to go overboard.

Precisely 20 minutes later Suga was knocking on Daichi’s door with an armful of not only Ibuprofen, but also Tylenol, soup, and tea. Nobody responded, which was strange and fairly concerning. Suga pulled out his phone to text Daichi only to see that he’d already received multiple texts from him.

From: Daichi

7 minutes ago

I found some ibuprofen

5 minutes ago

you don’t have to come

2 minutes ago

sriously suga dont come

2 minutes ago

m fine.

Suga read the texts through twice, eyeing the deterioration of Daichi’s punctuation and feeling his heart sink more with every mistake. Maybe he was paranoid, but something felt off. In the end, it was Daichi’s use of a period in the last text that did it. Daichi never used periods when texting.

Without further ado, Suga grabbed the spare key Daichi had given him and let himself in, despite the warning that had come along with the key: “If you abuse it, you lose it.” Suga thought this may be something worth losing it for.

He poked his head in the door.

“Hello?” When nobody responded, he stepped inside, if only to dump the groceries on the ground to relieve his arms. The house was quiet, and dark, but Suga could hear the sound of the television playing softly coming from upstairs. He followed the noise, and, unsurprisingly, it led him to Daichi’s room. He raised his hand to knock, but thought better of it when he noticed that Daichi’s room was dark, and wondered if maybe Daichi’s headache had gotten worse. Instead of knocking, he opened the door as quietly as possible.

Sure enough, Daichi was laying curled up on his bed. However, rather than holding his head as Suga had expected, he was clutching pitifully at his stomach. He opened the door wider and it creaked enough to get Daichi’s attention. He rolled over to face the door with effort.

“Suga? Didn’t you-“ Daichi sucked in a sharp, pained breath. He released it slowly. “Didn’t you get my texts?”

“Mhm.”

“So why’d you come?”

“Had a hunch something was wrong.” Suga walked over and sat down on the side of the bed. “I was right.”

Daichi shifted so that his friend could lie down, too, but instead of relaxing, Suga pried Daichi’s hands away from his abdomen.

“Honestly, I’m fi-“ Daichi had only begun to say he was fine when Suga started massaging his stomach. Daichi shuddered, and at first Suga thought maybe he’d made things worse, but then he saw the tension flow out of his shoulders. Suga smiled innocently.

“What was that? You want me to leave?”

“Ugh, Suga, what the heck? ‘re you’re hands magic or something?”

“Or something.” He massaged Daichi’s stomach as he spoke. “So what happened? I thought you had a headache?”

“Yeah, but really, it wasn’t that bad. Not a migraine, at least. I took the Ibuprofen just in case, but then my stomach started to act up.”

Suga winced. “Act up how, exactly?”

“Just, y’know, cramps and stuff.”

“Yeah, it’s the “and stuff” that I’m worried about. Do you feel sick at all?” At the mere mention of being sick Daichi paled. Suga nodded. “I’m going to take that as a yes. Man, I think you may have caught the stomach bug that’s been going around.”

Daichi groaned and Suga cast him a sympathetic glance in response. “Anyway, maybe it won’t be too bad. If the belly rubs are helping, that’s a good sign.”

Daichi grunted as his eyes drifted shut, but moments later drowzily opened them again, blinking slowly. Suga chuckled.

“Stop that,” he laughed.

“Hm?” Daichi mumbled.

“Don’t try and stay awake, you should be sleeping this off.”

“But you’re-“

“I’m here, and I’ll stay here whether you’re sleeping or not. Jeez. Close you’re eyes already.”

Daichi frowned, but did as he was told. Moments later, Suga felt the tension leave his friend’s body and he knew he was asleep. He smiled, and continued rubbing Daichi’s stomach.

They stayed that way for so long that both of Suga’s feet fell asleep, but he didn’t mind. He was glad Daichi was resting. Unfortunately, it didn’t last forever. Inevitably, Daichi woke up, and this he did with a distinctively nauseas gurgle. Suga started at the noise and his hands faltered momentarily.

“Dai?”

Daichi blinked his eyes slowly, confusion dominating his face. “Suga?” The sick boy swallowed convulsively and Suga noted the sweat now coating his face.

“Hey there, how are you feeling, kid?”

Daichi groaned, and the crease between Suga’s brows deepened.

“You gonna be sick?”

Daichi’s only response was a hiccup. He moaned and made a pitiful attempt at burrowing beneath the covers. Had he not been so concerned, Suga probably would have laughed at his friend’s antics. As it was, he couldn’t afford to waste time on humor. He tugged the covers away, just so he could see Daichi’s face.

“Seriously, Daichi, this is important. Do you feel like you’re gonna hurl?”

Daichi put a hand to his mouth as if even the thought of it made him want to barf, and that was response enough for Suga.

“Dammit, Daichi, you should’ve said sooner. Can you make it to the bathroom?”

Daichi’s shoulders hitched dramatically and Suga moved to grab the barf bucket even before his friend shook his head. In a valiant effort, Daichi suppressed three retches before bile made its way through his nose, splattering on the blankets before Suga had a chance to return. Nose now filled with the scent of sick, Daichi’s nausea more than doubled. He attempted to take a breath, but that was the last straw.

Fortunately, Suga arrived just in time to position the bowl under Daichi’s chin as the sick boy threw up. A small amount of clear bile splashed in first, but was immediately followed, without any time for Daichi to take a breath, by a forceful mixture of a burp and a heave that brought up a much more puke, this time brown and of a thicker consistency. Suga put a hand on Daichi’s shoulder to steady him when he lurched forward, and could feel him shaking. The large bowl was more than halfway full by the time Daichi was able to take a breath (a testament both to the speed with which the foul substance had exited Daichi’s body and to the length of time he’d been vomiting). However, even then he only got half a breath before he coughed loudly and was yet again unable to inhale. Another rush of sick filled his mouth. He shuddered and allowed it to exit his system. It splashed into the bowl, and some of it splashed out. Daichi wheezed, and Suga worried at how red his friend’s face was, not to mention how badly the boy was shaking. Suga helped Daichi lean back into his pillows.

“There you go, you feel any better?”

Daichi shook his head the tiniest bit and dizziness overwhelmed him. His stomach rolled. Suga held the bowl steady in his lap, but Daichi didn’t have an ounce of strength left to position himself over it.

“Daichi?” Suga sensed that something was off, but he couldn’t pinpoint exactly what it was. Daichi knew that, and he tried to explain, but as soon as he opened his mouth it was filled with last night’s liquified dinner. This time it did not come up so quickly, rather in the form of a thin, steady stream. Daichi tucked his chin in and allowed it to spill onto his chest shirt.

“Oh, shit, Dai!” Suga helped him sit up so that Daichi was able to cough up the last few mouthfuls of bile into the bowl, but the damage had been done.

“I’m sorry,” Daichi rasped. “Suga, I’m so- hurk!” Daichi’s back muscles tightened beneath Suga’s palm. Suga hushed his friend.

“Sh, c’mon, Dai, it’s not a big deal. Here, let me help you…”

Suga expertly folded Daichi’s shirt in on itself so that he could lift it off without getting any of the vomit on Daichi. He threw the shirt in a trashcan and urged Daichi to his feet. He squeezed his friend’s hand tightly and looked him in the eyes.

“It’s gonna be okay, I promise. Do you believe me?”

Unsteady though he was, Daichi could see the confidence in Suga’s eyes, and a fiery message: I dare you to disagree. It was too soon, still for a smile, but he could manage a hand squeeze in return. Suga got the message.

“Good.” Suga brushed Daichi’s sweaty hair off of his forehead before guiding him to the bathroom. “Now let’s get you cleaned up.”

#tw vomit #old writing #my writing #haikyuu!!#sawamura daichi #sick daichi #sugawara koushi #cringe lol

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sovereignsbud-blog · 8 years

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fanfic time again~

Pairing: Adokao

Tws/Cws: n/a

Genre: Fluffy/Comfort

Words: 2500

The evening was falling upon Yumenosaki Academy and the majority of students was heading out from a long day of activities, but there were exceptions. After all, it's common knowledge the night of the idol's school had been claimed long ago by ruthless demons of darkness.

Following this fate, the setting sun witnessed a screeching sound, like old wood clicking, coming from the Light Music Club's room, followed by a lament echoing in the empty hallways.

"Hey, vampire bastard! What's wrong with this old ass coffin? It's becoming rusty like you! Take care of your stuff properly, it pisses me off!"

Koga reinforced the harsh words by kicking the coffin, growling to Rei before the UNDEAD leader could even sit on his slumber shelter. Despite that, Rei just yawned slowly and scretched his hair, looking at Koga with a lazy smile.

"Oya, Doggie~ Don't bark in my ears so early in the night, would you? Be patient with this old, tired man..."

"Feh! If you have time to whine, take you ass off this thing and start warming up! Since we gonna practice tonight, I don't wanna waste a second! See, Adonis is here, too! Let's work up a sweat, vampire bastard!"

"Good night, Sakuma-senpai." Adonis didn't move from his spot, discretly standing behind Koga and nodding in a greeting to Rei. The 3rd year answered in the same fashion.

"Such cute, dedicated 2nd years we have~ This old man's heart is full of joy..." He looked around, then sighed softly, though the smile remained. "I'm afraid I can't say the same about my fellow 3rd year~"

"It seems Hakaze-senpai is missing since early afternoon." Adonis clarified immediately and the red glow of Rei's pupils seemed to bright up slightly.

"Ooooh, I see~ That's Kaoru-kun... carefree as summer breeze even in the coldest winter. I wonder what he's doing now."

"Who cares?" Koga barked, annoyed. "If he chose a rendezvous over UNDEAD, let him be! We can practice just fine!"

"Oya~ Don't be a rebellious child, Doggie. UNDEAD is made of 4 loud voices and burning spirits, and can't be any different. You know that very well, don't you? And we know how to deal with this kind of thing, don't we?"

Rei's calm gaze slided from Koga to Adonis, and faster than a blink the 2nd year left without a word, pretty much for Koga's frustration.

"Ahn? Adonis-ugh! Why do you always throw this trouble at Adonis, vampire bastard? N-not like I care for him particularly or anything, but... just because he is good at finding Hakaze, doesn't mean you gotta use him every damn time!"

"Uhuhuhu. You really are still a puppy, aren't you, Doggie? How cute." Rei giggled, as if amused with a secret only him could understand.

Indifferent to the struggles of the students, the waves were crashing slowly in the beach near Yumenosaki Academy, following their own cadence. They didn't need anyone to tell them what to do or how to behavior, neither had to worry about what others think of it, just dancing endlessly according to their nature.

Kaoru loved that about the waves and was a little jealous, too. The absolute freedom of the ocean was captivating and soothing, he could enjoy and contemplate it for hours. As if the sight compensate for his dreams and goals out of reach, bringing them closer at least for a few moments.

He didn't bring the surf board, since the plan wasn't dance with the waves, just sit down among rocks few meters from the sea and feel the salty wind while his thoughts wandered deep into the endless ocean. Still, his senses noticed the night was falling and that someone else was standing up near, watching him.

Kaoru didn't say a word or moved an inch, but his heart involuntarily started to beat a bit faster, as if he knew the gaze upon him without need to turn his head. And to his own surprise turned out he was right, when soft steps approached and two strong arms gently embraced him from behind, a familiar scent and warmth all around him.

Adonis also didn't say a word while he sat down, keeping Kaoru close in the hug, feeling his own heart beating fast and cheeks burning. He was still getting used to his body's reactions, accepting and understanding the new feelings caused by the so-called ~first love~ - like Arashi liked to call such symptoms since day one, when Adonis started to casually space out during club practices and opened his worries about clinic heart problems.

He dared to rest his chin on Kaoru's shoulder, not sure about what to do next. Somehow, he felt he shouldn't drag them back to the club room yet, and just followed the urges of hug him. He couldn't help; staring at the sea like that, Kaoru looked like in need of protection.

That's how it all had started after all... at least from his part.

"You found me again...well done, Adonis-kun~." Kaoru finally broke the silence in a low voice, putting up a business smile and carefree tone, as if that was just a silly game of tag, trying his best to hide he also wasn't sure about what to do. Embarrassing, considering his prior experiencies, but he had to admit that Adonis threw him off his shoes more than any girl even did before... not that many girls had found him in such state before, though.

"I guess I have a talent for that. Or you are letting me find you, Hak... K-Kaoru-kun." Adonis stuttered, embarrassed and glancing away. Even when they were both alone, would take time get used to call the other by the first name. It was still impossible with others around, even if he wanted to.

They weren't actively hiding it, but still seemed awkward to show off and endure reactions, whatever they could be... and both of them weren't big on their families knowing yet, for different reasons. So, "slowly, at our rhythm" was Kaoru's reassuring words about their agreement.

"I'm definitely not, silly." Kaoru chuckled, and he couldn't help but note the cuteness of the other's stutter. 'It should be illegal to be cute like that' was a thought that frequently crossed his mind towards Adonis, no matter how hard he fought it, until his feelings became undeniable. Just like he couldn't deny that be found and embraced like that made his heart overflow with joy every time, enough for him avoid thinking about how long it would last.

"I-Is... is there something I can do?" Adonis spoke up again after a few more moments of silence, his serene expression hiding all types of wavering thoughts and insecurities. Kaoru looked satisfied when they hugged like that, but it didn't stop his inner voice to wander and want to do more - even if he didn't know exactly what 'more' could mean.

"You're fine, Adonis-kun..." Kaoru sighed softly, instinctively getting comfortable in the embrace, leaning more against Adonis chest and looking up to him with a smile. "Don't worry too much, okey? Let's... just relax a bit, hm?"

No doubt the way Adonis worried about him was endearing, making Kaoru speak in a calm, kind tone without even realize, and making the 2nd year's heart beat even faster when meeting the blond's eyes.

"C-cute..." Adonis mumbled, unaware he was thinking out loud.

"Hm? Did you say something, Adonis-kun...?" Kaoru yawned, eyes starting to get heavy as the comfortable position made him a bit sleepy.

"N-no! Not a-at all! I'm fine! I'm-relaxed! T o t a l l y r e l a x e d!" Regardless the words, Adonis involuntarily tightened the hug, making Kaoru tense up a bit and whine, surprised enough to wake up completely again.

"A-A-ah- I see, I see, youarerelaxedyoucanletgoabitnow..." Laughing nervously, he tapped Adonis arms until be released. "Whoa, thanks~"

"Ah! I'm sorry! I-I'm really s-sorry..." Adonis glanced away, completely ashamed and not daring wrap arms around Kaoru again, trembling slightly and self-conscious about his fear of hurt small, cute ones that he was supposed to protect.

"T-that was a bad idea... I'm sorry."

"Hey, hey, it's ok, Adonis-kun~" Kaoru turned on his position to sit in front of him, on his knees between Adonis legs, smiling gently. "I'm not that fragile, aha~. I-I..." He stuttered, blushing more and embarrassed of his own words... but see Adonis with such a sad face was way worse, so he made an effort to speak up, timidly looking at him.

"I-I like it a lot... when y-you hug me, so... it's ok.~"

Adonis looked up to Kaoru again, feeling his heart warming up and spirit calming down immediately with the kind words. It was frustrating to be unable to return the same way, the words mixing up in his brain and drawing a blank, lefting him just a silent stare.

Still, slowly he nodded and his hand reached Kaoru's cheek in a gesture without much thinking, his heart beating faster meeting the warmth of the other's skin. Even considering the nervous excitement, it was an amazing feeling. He also could notice it turning warmer under his palm and their gazes suddenly locked on each other, both unable to look away regardless their pounding hearts and light sweat.

Oh, no, it's all sweaty, Adonis thought and almost panicked for a moment, but he didn't have time to pull of before Kaoru rest his own hand over his.

Kaoru smiled more, what allowed Adonis to bounce forward a bit and embrace him again kindly, finding no resistence. Soon Kaoru's arms were also wrapping around his torso, their chins resting on each other's shoulders and their breathing soothed, a moment peaceful enough to Adonis also be able to finally smile.

Adonis gaze then met the sea, pretty much at the same angle Kaoru was contemplating it before, the cold ocean's breeze surrounding them. The realization made him smile more, feeling a connection that could be small, but meaningful and kind.

"It's... beautiful." He whispered, sighing softly, making Kaoru tilt his head a bit and open eyes slowly. Basking in the wonderful feeling of the embrace, he was almost falling asleep again. Still, his voice tone was quite happy.

"Hm? Do you mean the ocean...~? Uhu, are you getting to like her too, Adonis-kun?"

"Hm. I think I'm.. seeing the appeal you see, K-Kaoru-kun." He stayed silent for a few moments, then continued. "We... didn't have ocean in my homeland, so it's a new concept for me. When I saw the sea for the first time with my own eyes, I was stunned. It's very different from television and magazines. Extremely strong."

"Uhuhu, I can only imagine... but it's a fair reaction. The ocean is powerful and inspires respect, but is also gentle..." Kaoru leaned a bit on Adonis head, sighing softly and speaking in a gently tone without fully realize. "I'm not surprised that you among all people could understand, Adonis-kun.~"

"I'm not surprised you can understand too, Kaoru-kun." Adonis closed eyes, still smiling and nuzzling against Kaoru's head, reaching a hand to stroke his hair slowly, enjoying the softness and the aroma of it.

"T-that's nice of you, aha~" Suddenly, Kaoru was relieved Adonis couldn't see his flustered face as his guard sinked to the bottom of the ocean and deeper, defenseless before the kind gestures. "O-oh, it's so late in the night, isn't it...? I-I mean... i-is it ok for you to be late out f-for so long??"

"Oh." Adonis raised eyebrows, suddenly remembering details that escaped completely his mind once he found Kaoru. "We had unit practice, actually... Sakuma-san wanted me to find you... I got distracted and it's already night, I wonder if he will be angry..."

He sinked on Kaoru's shoulder, genuinely worried if he failed his senpai and unit leader and ashamed of forget them for so long... even if Arashi warned him that was an usual collateral effect of ~first love~. He should be more careful and don't underestimate it, definitely.

"Ehehe~ It's ok, it's ok. I doubt Sakuma-san will be angry at you, really, really." Kaoru chuckled, knowing that Rei certainly had his own intents sending Adonis to find him again. The old vampire was gentle, despite everything. Still, he felt he should reassure the innocent 2nd year in his arms.

"I'll have your back if he or Doggie come at you, don't worry. So... we should go back together, hm? I'm feeling a lot better now~ I'll practice just right, so they won't have complaints."

"Ok." Adonis nodded, pulling off the hug gently and looking at Kaoru in the eyes again, feeling his cheeks burn even more and heart flutter - fairly causing the same reaction in his partner, that had to take a deep breath witnessing Adonis smiling from so close. Illegaly cute again, more than ever.

After a few moments of silent awkwardness, Adonis stood up in a fast move, holding Kaoru's hands and pulling him up too, both still quite close and focused on each other, the reason of stand up almost escaping their minds again.

"S-sorry... my sweaty hands..." Adonis mumbled, looking down for a few moments, not sure why he brought that again so suddenly, even though it was bugging him in the back of his mind.

"Hm-hm. I don't care at all.~" Kaoru smiled, holding his hands tighter. "Hey~look at me. They're gentle and warm. There's nothing wrong with them at all, silly.~"

He meant every word, genuinely amazed of how Adonis size and strength could hide such a kind and soft touch, more than Kaoru could possibly expect even knowing the other's personality was anything but harsh.

"O-ok... t-thanks, Kaoru-kun." Adonis smiled again, much for Kaoru's delight, and they finally started to walk back to the school, not without a last grateful look to the ocean.

After a few steps, Adonis looked down their hands still linked, taking a deep breath and thinking of the best way of wording what was going on in his mind, building determination to speak up. Soon would be too late if he wasn't brave, so... it was about time.

"K-Kaoru-kun, could we... if i-it's ok... hold hands... a-all the way?"

"A-Ah-?"

Kaoru stuttered, stopping and looking at Adonis, his pupils widened as the other glanced away, both feeling their faces burning and hands cold. After a few moments Kaoru processed the request, staring at their fingers intertwined and realizing he didn't feel like letting go.

"Hm. Uhum. Yes, I'd be happy. I have no problems with that.~"

He finally smiled again, softly and genuinely, feeling lighter than he expected as he gave his partner's hand a squeeze to reinforce the point. It took some moments to Adonis look up to him again, calming down from the moment of tension little by little, helped by the soft expression in the other's eyes.

"Uhuhu~I wonder how Doggie's reaction gonna be!" Kaoru laughed, winking and gently pulling Adonis by hand, trying to light the mood again quickly.

“P-please don't tease Oogami-kun too much...”

Adonis smiled more, actually happy and relieved as a calm wave of warmth took over their hearts, washing worries and insecurities away at least for the time being. As they walked under the ocean's breeze to the school grounds, everything felt right… and this so-called 'love' looked a bit less scary for both.

#adokao #they are so cute #adonis otogari #kaoru hakaze #fanfic

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Alchemy: Tiny Steps

Chapters: 11/45 Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist/Harry Potter Rating: T Relationships: Edward/Winry, Lan Fan/Ling, and May/Alphonse. Primary Characters: Edward Elric, Severus Snape Additional Tags: Crossover, Teacher!Edward, BrOtp Edward/Severus. Sassy beyond measure. Pro!Snape Series: Part 2 of 9. Summary: Part two of the Alchemy Series. Politics. Either you love it, hate it or you live it. For Alchemy Teacher Edward Elric, he lives it, hates it and loves it when he gets the upper hand. Here is to another year of hell… D/C: I do not own Harry Potter or Fullmetal Alchemist. Discord: La Red(Mesh Mash of… stuff.): https://discord.gg/KYjmVAb Alchemy Series: https://discord.gg/DejEYNJ

Thank you, @amynchan! You are forever my inspiration and for helping with the Alchemy Series.

The world of politics is vast, filled with poise, cunning, and heart. The tables of these politicians are where the future of our entire realm is decided, which laws must be enforced and what old ways we must choose to forsake in these changing times. The job of a politician is a delicate one, and must be handled with finesse, care, and class.

Unfortunately, as evidence suggests, that was not the case.

Edward Elric, a foreign muggle who controls a power that requires no wand or incantation, and a vast number of armed militants sat in on an otherwise peaceful meeting between the two candidates for Minister of Magic, invited by respected candidate Amelia Bones. Each talk of diplomacy with Elric's mysterious nation of 'Ameristes' unveiled the state of affairs in our new 'ally'. Of course, with a country that seems to be headed by a military, it is no wonder that the best they could afford to send had a temperament of his own. Anonymous sources have unveiled skepticism in the aurors present at the meeting, the loud abrasive disagreements held in public, as well as Elric blatantly placing blame for war and dissent squarely upon the shoulders of our Ministry.

These same sources cite Elric attempting to start a fist brawl at the diplomatic table as well as cursing freely in the face of our most honored politicians. According to a credible source, Elric was also overheard shouting "...they are going to get [war]!"

With the attitude of this ambassador, many a respectable wizard will question to themselves: is Ameristes truly an ally? Or are they only pushing us towards war? With hope, the newly elected leadership will guide our society into safer waters than into the hands of these muggles.

This is Rita Skeeter, signing off!

-.-

"We are being spied upon…" Alphonse stated tersely under his breath as he crumpled up the Daily Prophet that he was reading. That snippet of his brother shouting about war, was said in private. Edward never once shouted anything close to those words than the time in that room. With that, this reporter, Rita Skeeter, clearly shows she is completely taking everything out of context and biased. Not once did she mention how Fudge wanting to completely use Amestris for their own benefit, putting in restrictions and many other things that makes one wonder if this is a give or take, or just take, take and more take. The woman has done her job of slandering his brother, country and now it appears going after Madam Bones. Madam Bones did not invite them, it is a meeting that is held between Amestris, Magical Great Britain and Xing. A required meeting to seek out a treaty between three countries. It appears Xing is not on their shit list, and it will be soon if they continue to this form of treatment towards Amestris. Edward can take care of himself, but Amestris is a whole other issue all together.

Thinking about Edward, Alphonse looked over at the stair case wondering when Edward, Lucius and Severus will finish their meeting. It worries him at the possible results of it, and their work of attempting to alley themselves with the Malfoy's will be for not.

-.-

"I am not worried about myself, I am used to be seen as a pariah and seeing myself in the newspaper in such manner." Edward scanned the article that was written about him. "What I am not okay with is that Skeeter woman is mentioning Madam Bones."

"And your country? Are you not angered at she said?"

"Amestris is a Military focused country and it met with recent controversy all around. They should be grateful that I was sent. If they had sent Major General Armstrong, she would have killed everyone and actually declared war on them. That woman is fearsome, cold and extremely harsh, the Ice Queen and Northern Wall of Briggs. She was up for also becoming an ambassador but… she rather fight off Drachma from the North Wall than deal in politics."

"Is this the same woman that your commanding officer is terrified of and candidate for leading your country?"

"Everyone is terrified of her and yes. She is a candidate. If Madam Bones becomes Minister, Mustang will be a likely candidate. Fudge then we are going to have a woman that takes shit from no one." Edward deadpanned. "I am pissed. Just not for the reason you believe it to be. We do not want war, but if things continue with how it is… war is going to happen. Keep in mind… if they bring the war to us in Amestris, there magic is void."

Severus and Lucius couldn't help but agree in that last part Edward had reminded them of. Going to war against Amestris is the last thing anyone want's at this or any point. Magical Great Britain is still recovering from all the previous wars that occurred and Amestris, from what they were told, is already on their way of full recovery from one that occurred two years ago.

"Lord Malfoy, you may not like the fact I am a… muggle… but you have to admit what is being said about me and my country is only being stated as such for someone else's own gain. That lunatic Fudge is grasping straws and doing whatever underhanded move to get people to sway their vote. I implore you to help us… or we will have to do something completely underhandedly…"

-.-

"I want to go to Britain~~~~ Let's gooo!" Ling moaned out childishly to Lan Fan, said bodyguard is looking over the notes Alphonse and the Princess had sent over for them to look over. By the looks of it, Edward and Amestris is being slandered. Normally this isn't out of the norm, but considering how tactless this reporter is at her job. No vendetta towards Xing, that would quickly soon change. It appears that Alphonse will have to ensure where Xing stands at this point. Making enemies of Amestris is the last thing they needed after both signed the Magical Alliance, also dubbed The Preservation Concord. The name still needs some work down to it, but it was the only thing everyone could have agreed to at the time. "My Lord-"

"How many times do I have to tell you to call me Ling in private Lan Fan…" Ling wrapped his arms around Lan Fan, resting his chin on her right shoulder.

"How many times do I have to tell you how unprofessional that is at any setting, My Lord…" Lan Fan stated evenly, proud of herself of keeping her composure intact. Well slightly, her cheeks are now a bright pink and she is resisting the urge to shiver. She shoved the document into Ling's face and quickly jumped away to a respectable distance. "Read."

Ling took the papers and skimmed through them to see what was written on them. His left eyebrow rising ever so lightly at every piece of information that he read. He sat up and sat on the edge of his bed as he continued to read to read the documents. "They're playing a dangerous game. I'm surprised Edward hadn't called off the meeting by now… they are being spied on? Not out of the norm, but Mei or Alphonse should have… Hm… Lan Fan, contact Amestris."

-.-

"Ugh… Kill me now…." Edward moaned out under his breath as ignored a random named politician talk about some random shit. He point is further emphasized by Alphonse and Madam Bones both look like they are about to keel over. Without much of a care, Edward laid his head on the table and snored away.

"Mr. Elric? Question?"

"Which one?" Alphonse asked for what liked the hundredth time that day alone.

"Edward Elric."

Alphonse reached over and nudged Edward's shoulder to wake him up. "Brother, the toad wants to talk to you again…"

"Someone has a question for you…"

"If it's the pink bitch, tell her to fuck off. I have been writing letters to that bastard Mustang and old man Grumman all last night and morning." Edward deadpanned, not even bothering to lift his head or speak Amesterian. "I am not in the mood to talk politics right now with that toad. I will talk to her if she finally starts to talk and act civilly towards me. Until then, no."

Silence.

"Excuse me?"

"You are excused."

"How is General Roy Mustang, Edward?" Bones asked in an attempt to change the topic of the conversation.

Edward lifted his head just enough to look at the women in her eyes. "Last I head he is heading over to Xerxes along with Lan Fan men are guiding the last of the refuges back to Ishval. With this, the General will be well into his promise to restore Ishval to its former glory."

"What is to become of Xerxes?"

"Uh…" Edward mind went blank. To be truthful, it was pushed around between Grumman, Roy and Ling that the land of Xerxes will be given to the descendants of the people of Xerxes. Of course, only those three, along with a selected few, know of the Elric's past. Grumman was told in order to clear up everything with him. Mustang… Edward will forever deny this till the end of time, sees the man trustworthy and well… a sort of father figure that will hopefully help him deal with his daddy issues. Ling? Greed told him everything. The end result, the three males are debating wither or not to leave the lands as is or 'give' them to the Elric's. Still huge debate on all sides. "For now, I believe it will become a sort of trader outpost? I do not know exactly. And no…" Edward raised his head over towards the direction where Fudge and his group sat around at the table, "None of you are going to get your grubby hands on that place… None of you will be able to do magic there so nah!"

"You're giving them more fuel for the fire, Brother…"

"If they already see me as a menacing animal, might as well play it up. That reporter is in the corner of the room and that pen of hers is writing a hundred miles a minute about complete bullshit. It's obvious which side she's on…bitch…"

"Headache?"

"Ugh… It's still as bad and it's now annoying instead of being a pain."

-.-

Dolores Umbridge have had enough with these muggles. They have been making them all look like fools and stringing everyone with lies. How they managed to get that horrid half-blood Bones to side with them is beyond her. How could Dumbledore allow such an atrocious being to be part of the Magical World. Everyone should have blasted that Elric's mind to the point he doesn't even remember his own name. The more the talked and acted only proved her point.

Now… as for the other Elric Brother and Xing Princess, they are both needed parts to get them into Xing. If they can convince Alphonse Elric to see things their way, then it would be smooth sailing. If they managed to get him alone, convincing him won't even be needed. All it takes is one good spell and set things into motion.

"Young Edward… you stated in a report that your country is also going through change of leadership?"

That fool raised his head to stare at her disinterestedly. "Yeah, the runner ups are General Roy Mustang or Major General Olivier Armstrong."

"Armstrong?" Skeeter asked out, her interest peeking. "Any relation to the huge brute you brought along last year?"

"Yeah… She's his older sister… his terrifying and highly combative sister. All of you should be happy that I am Amestris ambassador. She was an option for the job and she hates politics. Prefers to stab someone if they piss her off… Saw it once too." Edward grumbled out the last part with a shiver of fear.

-.-

"They want me to do what?"

"They want you to go to Great Britain."

"Why do I have a feeling I should maim Mustang for this... Prepare the men, we are heading to Central and fix this mess."

"Of course, General."

To be continued…

How do we deal with politics? Bring in someone that can intimidate everyone with a single stare and a sword that could slice through anything or everything…or everyone.

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