#I got sappy towards the end cause I need fluff lols

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I highly feel that Geto is way too stressed and Gojo senses that. I feel that Gojo would totally wreck him to relieve some of that stress. To just slow down and laugh freely.

KERKJER Thank you so much, anon! And AHH! Lee!Geto!!! I need fluff after these past few episodes of JJK, lemme tell you! I've gotcha covered, y'all!

CW: Swearing, Panic Attacks

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Midterms are coming up, I need to study-

My new technique has too many quirks to use-

Why are we doing this? What’s the point of it all-

Did I turn off the stove this morning? Oh god- Gojo couldn’t hear these thoughts, but he knew Geto long enough to read the dread on his friend’s face like a paperback novel. Staring at his friend spiraling, he reached out and flicked him in the forehead.

“Ow! The hell’s wrong with you, Satoru?” Geto flailed, shocked out of his reverie as he glared daggers at him. “What is it?”

“You’re doing it again.”

Geto froze over, eyes going blank and jaw slightly slacked. Then he flushed, ears red as he averted his gaze, slumping. “How bad was it?”

“Like you were witnessing a murder. Or Shoko stealing your rice balls.” Gojo grinned as he reached out, shaking Geto’s shoulder. “Come on, Suguru- breathe! Whatever’s got you freaking out will work itself out. It always does!”

“It’s not that easy. Sure, logically I know things are gonna be fine, but my brain won’t accept that! I can’t get it to shut down and I just-” Caught in a whirlwind of sudden emotion, Geto bowed his head in defeat, slumping forward like a slacked marionette. “I just…”

“Hey, hey- breathe. Seriously.” Dropping his teasing tone, Gojo rested his hand on Geto’s back, rubbing small circles. “Just breathe right now. Nice and slow…”

Geto did so, pressing the heels of his hands into his eyes as he gasped around shaky breaths. He barely heard Gojo’s voice anymore, but that was fine. The hand on his back was more than reassuring. Slowly, he was brought out of his near-panic attack. “Sorry.”

“Pfft- you’re such a sap.” Relieved his friend sounded better, Gojo did what he did best. He began poking Geto. “Next you’re gonna tell me how grateful and appreciative you are of me! Just like a shoujo manga! Come on, confess your love!”

“Ah! Aheahaha, screhehehw yoohohohohu! Sahhahatohohoru!” Geto shot back at the sudden tickle, trying and failing to block out Gojo’s hands. “Cuuhuhuhut it ohohohohut! Aheahhaha, dohohohon’t!”

“Don’t what? Don’t hold back your feelings? It’s okay- let them out! Tell me how much you looooove me!” Gojo sang, bringing one hand to Suguru’s neck as the other wormed beneath his arm. They weren’t nearly his most ticklish spots, but damn if they didn’t get Geto giggling like nobody’s business! “Tell me you think I’m the prettiest boy in the world!”

“Aheahhahaha, lihihihihike hehehheell yoohohohohu ahahahahre! Aheahhahaha, Sahhahatou!” Geto tried to lean away from the other, but Gojo simply followed, climbing on top of him as he pressed into his armpits. “Gehhehhet ohohohoohohohoff!”

“Never! I’m attached to you forever and ever!” Gojo sang, deciding to be bold and going straight for Geto’s hips. “Suguru~ Tell me you love meeeee~”

“AHAHA!” The green haired teen let out a scream, nearly sending the other off with how hard he jerked at the feeling. “SAHHAHTORU!”

“Suguru!” Gojo yelled back, laughing like a hyena as Geto howled and cackled beneath him, feet kicking and torso arching upward in vain attempts to grab the hands massaging his hips. “Look at you, you’re so giggly now! Tickle tickle tickle! A tickle tickle tickle! A tickle tickle tickle, Suguru!”

If he could, Geto would verbally rip his white haired menace of a friend a new one. Alas, Gojo had effectively silenced him- no really; he was going for the dips of his hips that never failed to have him tea-kettle wheezing in place of booming laughter.

With the little strength he had left, he reached out and grabbed Gojo’s sides, squeezing right along the spot he knew his friend was ticklish in. Gojo yelped and jerked, hands coming away from Geto’s hips to grab his wrists. That was the opportunity he needed.

“Whoa!” The world twisted, the ground was suddenly the sky, and above him- a flushed face, heavy breathing Geto glared down at him. “Hey there, gorgeous- how you’ve been?”

“You…huhuhush.” Geto growled without any malice, suddenly too tired to tickle back. Below him, Gojo got comfortable, tucking his arms behind his head and wagging his brows with a small smirk. When Geto met his eye once more, he blew a kiss.

“I hate you.” He groaned as Gojo laughed, falling onto his side and off the other. “You’re so annoying- why are we friends again?”

“Cause we’re the only ones who can stand each other's company.” Gojo winked, earning a light shove. “I don’t mind it if we were the last two on earth; though I bet you’d get bored of me after a while.”

“Never.” The words came automatically and swiftly. Geto blinked- even Gojo seemed taken aback by them. “I’d never get bored of you.” The more he said it, the more real it felt. “I’d be bored to tears without you if I’m being honest.”

“Ehe..you know, I was kidding earlier- about the whole confession thing.” Gojo tried to laugh it off, his cheeks starting to turn pink. “You don’t have to get all sappy with me.”

“No, I mean it. Really.” Geto turned so he was on his side, facing the other. “You’re a real pain in the ass, and half the time I want to strangle you, but you’re also my best friend and one of the coolest guys I’ve ever known. You’re there to keep me from spiraling whenever my headspace gets bad, and you always make me laugh. You find these ridiculous things for us to try whenever you travel, and you always send me pictures of you posing in ridiculous places. You’re important to me. Really, you might be one of the only reasons I haven’t dropped off the face of the earth right about now, so…thanks for that.”

Gojo was quiet as he listened, staring up at the sky as he took in every word. His lips were flat, and he was blinking rather rapidly. “You really are a sap, you know that?” He grinned, his voice somewhat wobbly.

“Oak or maple?” Geto grinned, making Gojo cackle.

“Now kiss me you fool!” Gojo threw himself on top of him, making kissy noises and messing up his hair as Geto laughed beneath him. Soon they were wrestling once more, throwing grass in eachother’s faces and jabbing at tickle spots. It was utterly ridiculous yet special at the same time.

It was just as Gojo said; all of it worked out in the end somehow.

Thanks for reading!

[marvelsswansong]

language

summary: two weeks of pure hell for Steve ends when you return- exhausted, bloodied and tired. but still in one piece.

tags: angst to fluff, happy ending, happy reunions, unedited lol

word count: 1.1K

a/n: WRITTEN FOR MY BIRTHDAY TWIN @marvelinsanity​. Can’t believe we share the same birthday (aka today). hope this is short, sweet and sappy fic is a good present <3

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“Steve, you’ve got to eat.” 

Natasha could barely make out Steve’s figure shifting ever so slightly in the darkness of his room, the curtains still drawn from two weeks ago and the mess he’d caused in a state of rage still left on the floor- lamps turned on their heads, scattered papers, thrown pillows, shattered glass from a picture frame that fell down. 

“If you don’t clean these glass shards you could cut yourself.” she added quietly, opening the front door ever so slightly forward, allowing a beam of light to penetrate the room. Steve had his back to Natasha, his body still facing the wall, not moving or responding to her wishes. Sighing, she left and came back with a room to carefully scoop the glass, discarding the jagged pieces into a trash can before peeking her head into Steve’s room once more.

His gaze had shifted ever so slightly to his phone in another fruitless attempt to check if there was any news on your whereabouts from the mission you were supposed to have returned from two weeks ago. The empty notifications screen was maddening, his heart sinking further into his stomach every time he turned on his phone and hopped to see a silly text from you or a frantic call from Tony saying they’d found you.

But nothing.

He’d been met with nothing but silence from your end, the kind that stuck to him and weighed him down like an invisible shadow, the kind that suffocated his thoughts and refused him any peace as the worst possible scenarios played in his head. Stranded. Kidnapped by Hydra. Dead. 

His room was a sancturary amongst it all, the sheets still smelling like you from the night before your mission and the closet filled with your clothes scented with your perfume. He’d only left the bed to go to the bathroom or to raid the closet, pulling over your favorite cardaign and hugging it tightly, enveloping the familiar smell and the soft texture, the same softness he’d feel on his skin if he were to be hugging you right now.

Another sigh from Natasha and a clanging of dishes ringing out- Steve supposed Natasha was putting down his lunch for the day, considering he hadn’t left his room since your disappearance- and the door shut behind her, leaving Steve all alone to his thoughts once more. 

His temples ached and his mind was in disarray. He’d been getting two hours of sleep here and there, his consciousness drifting off out of pure exhaustion every now and again, only for Steve to wake up from nightmares: all of them related to you. He’d lost weight, he realized, as he looked in the mirror for the first time in those two weeks. His eyes had sunken into his face, dark circles under his eyes, his skin pale and his hands clammy, the action of even brushing his teeth tedious and tiresome from the lack of food and sleep. 

Closing the bathroom door behind him, he fell back onto his bed, his hand reaching for his phone to check for any news. 

Nothing.

Again.

So he pulled up the voice message you’d sent him a few months ago- he’d been complaining about missing you while on a two month excavation job in Russia- and played it, your sweet voice playing through the speakers, the sound lulling him back to sleep. He’d played it so much that he’d memorized what you said word by word, but it gave him something to cling to and he refused to let that go.

The last thought he had before sleep overtook him was the fear that this might be the closest thing he’d get to hearing your voice again.

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“Steve.”

Fucking hell.

Natasha was calling him again, except this time she was shaking him awake, her hands gently prodding his side and moving his body back and forth. He stretched out with a groan, trying to shake her off- he’d been having a pleasant dream with you in it that he didn’t want to stop dreaming. But she was persistent.

“What.” he snapped, sitting upright and rubbing his tired eyes. His harsh expression fell when he saw the tears in her eyes, tears of relief, as a watery smile spread across her face.

“They found her. (Y/n)’s back home.” 

Time seemed to slow down as he sprinted towards the first floor, his fingers anxiously hitting the same elevator button over and over again and as the metal doors slid open, his bare feet padding against the cold cement floor, he ran.

Ran faster than he ever did before.

And there you were.

Tony was scolding you about something while placing an ice pack on your head, Bruce wrapping a gauze around your midsection while Wanda said something that caused you to laugh before wincing in pain. Based on a quick glance, it looked like you’d been through hell and back. Your hair was a mess, dried blood and mud coloring your face, a blue bruise forming on your left cheek, your fingernails chipped, a deep gash on your waist and right leg that was now being taped up... 

It looked like you hadn’t slept very well either, your eyes tired but your gaze still hopeful and kind as you thanked Tony and took the ice pack from him. Your eyes lit up as soon as you heard your name being whispered by Steve, the same sound you’d been playing in your head every night while trying to find a way out of the fucking forest Hydra had dumped you in after you escaped. 

A broken sob left his mouth as soon as you crashed into him, your steps faltering and not perfect from your injuries, but he closed the gap immediately, salty tears pouring down his face as he pulled you into his arms and started to smooth your hair. 

“Where’ve you been?” his voice came out shaky and uncertain, his fingers desperately grabbing at your flesh, his brain needing a confirmation that this was all real. “You’re real, right? Not a hallucination?”

You laughed quietly, squeezing him tightly.

“I’m real, promise. Hydra got me and I managed to escape but I had no idea where I was. Took me two fucking weeks to get out of that forest with no direction and no means of communication.” 

Steve was silent for a few moments, his lips kissing your forehead and his numb fingers stroking your cheek. A sweet kiss later and he was finally smiling at you, a small smile gracing his lips.

“Language.” 

And the laugh that escaped your lips was a stark reminder that he wasn’t dreaming. This was real, and he buried his face into your hair.

He’d gone two weeks without you. He wasn’t going to let you go so easily. 

[buferfliz]

Forever by Your Side

So I came up with the idea to write some winter/holiday themed fluffy stories for my favorite Haikyuu guys. I’ve finished three lol. Anyways this one should have been posted around Christmas, oops. The other two should have as well honestly but oh well. So I hope you like this one. :)

I made the banner, i think it came out pretty good.

Warnings: Not much, mild language, slightly suggestive in one part, sappy fluffy fluff

Word Count: 3173

         You walk into the gym and spot your boyfriend in the midst of a conversation with Kuroo and Akaashi. You make your way over to them.

         “Are you sure you can pull it off?” Kuroo teasingly asks with a chuckle.        

         “What? Of course I can Kuroo.”

         “Are you sure that you’re ready Bokuto?”

         “Yes Akaashi. I’ve been ready since last year. I only waited because of what you said.”

         “Show me it then. I want to see it.” Kuroo adds.

         “I’ll show you later.”

         “Show him what?” You question as you reach the group of men.

         “Hey hey hey, baby owl!” Bokuto enthusiastically shouts before wrapping his arms around you and lifting you up off of the ground in a bear hug.

         “Hi Ko baby.” You laugh as you are once again struck by just how enthusiastic he can be.

         You give him a peck on the lips. He places you back onto the ground but keeps an arm around your waist.

         “So what are you going to show him?”

         “My sweet new cut shot. I’m going to blow it right past this rooster cat.” He points at Kuroo with a smug grin.

         “Bokuto, this is serious.” Akaashi says causing Bokuto to look at him.

         “Relax Akaashi.” He turns his attention back to you. “Ignore him baby owl, he thinks he’s my mom now.”

         “Look all I’m saying is that you better be sure that you’re ready or you’ll end up getting hurt.”

         “Ok mom.” Bokuto snorts.

         “I think Akaashi is just being a concerned friend Ko baby. I don’t want you to hurt yourself either.”

         “Don’t worry about it.” He gives you a kiss on the cheek. “Like I said, I’ve been ready.”

He gives you a happy smile before giving Akaashi a meaningful look.

“Ok but promise me that you won’t push yourself too hard.”

“I promise my baby owl.”

You give him another peck on the lips.

“Good luck Ko!” You say cheerily before turning to head towards the stands.

“Hey hey hey, isn’t my girlfriend amazing Akaashi?”

“Yes Bokuto.”

“Ugh. Can we just start the game?” Kuroo says as the three of them head onto the court.

You laugh to yourself at their exchange and head to your usual seat in the front row.

  The game was going great, Fukurodani had won the first set and were leading halfway through the second. Bokuto was in fine form, nailing his line shots and cross court shots alike. He was on fire. And then Kuroo blocked his spike, resulting in a point for Nekoma. That was the first of several blocks that Kuroo made against him and it resulted in a down turn to Bokuto’s mood.

You watch as his shoulders slump and he looks down at the floor. Nekoma had ended up taking the second set and now in the third the score was close.

“Don’t send me the ball anymore Akaashi!” Bokuto shouts.

You look at Akaashi and see him sigh as if saying here we go again.

The coach calls a time out and a dejected Bokuto makes his way over to the bench. You hated seeing him sad, even if it didn’t usually last long, and you wanted to cheer him back up.

“Hey Akaashi!” You call from your place in the front row.

He looks over to you.

“Isn’t my boyfriend amazing?” You enthusiastically shout gaining the attention of everyone around you.

Bokuto perks his head up and looks in your direction.

“Yes he is.” Akaashi laughs.

“That’s right he is!”

Bokuto looks from you to Akaashi and back to you.

“That’s my Ko baby! Not only is he the best ace there is but he’s the greatest boyfriend ever!”

He smiles at you, his mood instantly perking back up.

“Now go show me that sweet cut shot that you were talking about baby!”

“Hey hey hey, you got it my baby owl!” He cheerily calls to you before going back to his position on the court with a renewed bounce in his step.

The coach turns and looks at you.

“I’m sorry coach.” You smile sheepishly for having disrupted things.

“Don’t apologize. I might have to make you our manager so you can sit on the bench with us.”

“That would be fine with me.” You laugh.

“Good to know.” The coach says before turning his attention back to the game.

  In the end, Fukurodani won the game with Bokuto’s cut shot giving them the game winning point.

Now you were standing outside the locker room waiting for your boyfriend to come out. You decide to play a game on your phone while you wait and end up getting startled when you hear a voice next to you.

“I wanted to thank you for earlier.”

You jump slightly and look in the direction of the voice.

“Oh shit Akaashi! Sorry I didn’t notice you came out.”

“No it’s ok. I apologize for startling you.”

“Don’t worry about it. It’s my fault for being too focused on this game.” You put your phone away. “So what are you thanking me for?”

“For getting Bokuto out of his mood earlier. It might have been the shortest one yet thanks to you cheering him up.”

“Oh that? You don’t need to thank me for that. I hate seeing Ko sad and I just wanted to cheer him up in any way that I could. I’m glad I was able to help him.” You say with a smile.

“Well I know that Bokuto can be a handful to look after. You must really love him to be willing to put up with him and his mood swings.”

“I do. I love him more than anything Akaashi. I know people look at us and think that we’re stupid for moving so fast. Already living together when we’ve only been together for a year and a half but I don’t see it like that. I love him, he makes me happy, and it feels right to me.”

“Hm, well I guess I shouldn’t worry about him then.”

“That’s not true. He’s your friend, of course you should worry about him. But the one thing that you don’t have to worry about is me breaking his heart, I could never do that.” You smile sincerely.

Akaashi returns your smile and is about to say something else when he’s interrupted.

“Shut up Kuroo.”

You and Akaashi both turn your heads in the direction of the voice. You see Bokuto and Kuroo exit the locker room.

Bokuto spots you and goes running over.

“Hey baby owl! I missed you!” He kisses your cheek before lifting you up into another bear hug making you laugh.

“I missed you too baby.”

“You guys just saw each other twenty minutes ago.” Kuroo says while shaking his head at the two of you.

“Don’t be jealous bro.” Bokuto says to him as he drapes his arm around your shoulders and pulls you to him.

Kuroo just sighs and shakes his head once more.

  You say goodbye to Kuroo and Akaashi and then head off campus, Bokuto’s arm still around you.

“Should we get something to eat before we head home baby owl?”

“Sounds good. Where do you want to go?”

“How about the barbecue place near our apartment? I love that it’s our apartment.”

“So do I, baby. The barbecue place sounds great, let’s go.”

Bokuto gives you an adoring smile and then kisses your temple as the two of you make your way to the restaurant.

  Stepping out of the restaurant and into the chilly night air, you grab onto Bokuto’s arm and begin walking the two blocks to your shared apartment.

You look at him and smile affectionately. This would be your first Christmas together under the same roof after moving in together over the summer. Your family thought you were crazy to move in with a guy that you’d only been with for a year and a half. You haven’t even graduated from college yet, they told you but you knew that it was the right decision for you. What difference did it make that you hadn’t graduated yet? You were in your fourth year now so it would happen soon enough and these past few months of living together had been some of the best of your life.

Bokuto was always so happy and cheerful, he never let things get him down for too long. He was always so loving and supportive with you, always there when you needed him. You appreciated him more than he could know. He was your ray of sunshine that could cut through even the gloomiest of days and warm you right up. Just being near him made you happy and you loved him to the moon and back.

You hold his arm closer and snuggle up to him as you round the corner.

“Hey Ko baby? When do you want to get a tree? Christmas will be here before we know it.” You look up at him.

“How about now?”

You furrow your brow.

“Now?” You follow his gaze and see what he’s looking at.

A small tree lot stands just a few yards away.

“Oh. Are you sure you want to get it now?”

“Yeah, I can just carry it home since we’re around the corner.”

“I don’t know. I don’t want you to hurt yourself.”

“I won’t, I promise.” He gives you a goofy grin. “Come on, let’s go pick one out!” He says excitedly as he heads for the lot with you in tow.

  After about twenty minutes of looking, Bokuto pulls out a tree roughly the same size as him and declares it the winner,

“This is it. This is the one.”

“Are you sure it’s not too big?”

“Nope it’s perfect!”

“Alright love, do you want me to help you carry it?”

“I got this baby owl, no worries, it’ll be a piece of cake.”

After paying the man for the tree, he picks it up and starts heading around the corner to your apartment.

  As it turns out, it was not exactly a piece of cake.

It’s not that Bokuto was having problems carrying the tree, because with his hot muscular body he was not, but maneuvering it was proving to be quite the task.

With an elevator that had been out of service since you moved in, you had no choice but to climb the stairs to your third floor apartment which you were currently trying to do.

Bang.

The tree hits the wall in the fairly narrow stairwell as Bokuto turns with it to go from one flight of stairs to the next.

“Oops.” He continues up the stairs and turns to go up to the next flight.

Bang.

The tree ends up banging into the wall once again and this time an audible crack is heard. A small branch near the bottom is now bent at an odd angle.

“Crap.”

“It’s ok baby, it’s just cracked a bit. It’s fine. Do you want me to help you navigate it?”

“No, I got it.” He continues on up the stairs to the next turn.

Bang.

The tree bangs into the wall once more and this time a crack followed by a thud is heard. One of the branches had broken off and fallen onto the landing.

“Damn it!”

You can see him getting frustrated and you know that unless you step in now, things are going to go downhill fast.

“Baby, I know you’re strong and you don’t need my help but I know it can’t be easy to see in front of the tree, I can’t see at all. How about you let me guide it for you? We’re almost there.”

Bokuto makes a face but nods.

“Ok, it is a little hard to see in front of the tree.” He says before adding a bit sadly, “but what about the branch?”

“Oh don’t worry about that. We were going to have to face some side of the tree against the wall, now we won’t have to worry about deciding which one.” You smile. “Come on my strong sexy man, let’s get this upstairs so we can decorate it. We’re going to have so much fun!”

He smiles adoringly at you as his previously sliding mood is restored to normal.

“Yeah we are! Ok, let’s get this upstairs. Lead the way baby owl, hey hey hey!”

   You finish securing the tree into its stand as Bokuto holds it steady.

“Done.”

You get up and stand back to look at it.

“You’re right, it is perfect.”

You smile and wrap your arms around his waist before going onto your tiptoes. He bends down and meets your lips with his own in a sweet kiss.

“I love you baby owl.”

“I love you too Ko.” You hug him. “Are you ready to decorate it?”

“You know it!”

“Good. Can you get the box of decorations out of the closet? It’s too heavy for me.”

“Leave it to your strong sexy man.” He smirks.

You smile at his words.

“Thanks baby. Do you want something to drink? Eggnog or something?”

“Are you trying to get me drunk so you can take advantage of me? Because you don’t need to, you can take advantage of me whenever you want.”

“Ooh I might have to take you up on that offer later.” You laugh. “It’s not the alcoholic kind though.”

Bokuto laughs.

“Oh ok, I’ll take some anyway.” He pecks your lips and heads off to get the decorations.

  You come out with two glasses and place them on the table as you admire your view of Bokuto bending over and pulling decorations out from the box.

“Damn, that’s one fine ass.” You say as you grab a handful.

Bokuto lets out a sexy chuckle and stands up to face you.

“If you keep that up, this tree won’t be getting decorated any time soon.”

He smirks and puts his hands on your ass, lifting you up to his level. You wrap your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist as he kisses you passionately.

You break the kiss when you start becoming breathless and look into his eyes.

“Stop tempting me Ko, we can save this for later. Right now we have some decorating to do.”

He lets out a groan but reluctantly puts you down.

“Ok fine, but you aren’t going to get away later.”

“Who says I’ll want to?” You say with a chuckle.

You both smile at each other and begin pulling out and untangling Christmas lights.

  Bokuto finishes adding the second strand of lights to the tree when you come across the tinsel.

A mischievous smile spreads across your face and you grab some and proceed to throw it on your boyfriend. He stops what he’s doing and turns to face you, tinsel caught on the spikes of his hair and dangling in his face.

You burst out in a fit of laughter at the scene.

“Oh you think that’s funny, do you?”

You try to hold back your laughter as you shake your head no but fail miserably. You burst into another fit of giggles.

“Oh, you’re in trouble now.” Bokuto says as he grabs a fistful of the silver strands and throws it on you. The two of you laugh as a tinsel battle breaks out.

When you are finally finished, you’re both covered in tinsel. You more so than him. He pulls some off of himself and adds it to the impressive amount that you’re already wearing.

“Ok we should really try decorating the tree now.”

Bokuto lets out a devious chuckle before grabbing a string of lights and proceeding to wind them around you.

“Hey what are you doing?”

“Decorating.” He smirks.

He grabs a rope of garland next and winds that around you as well.

“Ko.”

“Hey you were the one who started decorating me instead of the tree baby owl. You look so pretty in your tinsel that I thought I’d add a few more decorations.”

You roll your eyes but end up laughing at his antics. His enthusiasm was infectious and you couldn’t get mad at him for having a good time, you were enjoying yourself just as much.

Bokuto hangs some ornaments from the lights and garland wrapped around you and then puts the star tree topper on your head. He steps back and admires his handiwork.

“You’re beautiful. Prettier than any Christmas tree could ever be.” He takes his phone out and snaps a few pictures.

“Are you done now?” You ask with a tender smile.

“Hmm.” He looks you over once more. “Maybe one more thing.”

“Ko, I can hardly move. What else could you possibly add?”

He gives you a sly grin before disappearing somewhere behind you.

You try to turn to face the direction he went, trying not to trip when you feel his warm slightly rough hand grab ahold of your own.

You feel him slide something onto your finger before letting go and standing in front of you.

“Now it’s perfect.”

You furrow your brow and manage to lift that hand to your face. What you see there makes your mouth drop open.

“Ko, what are…” You trail off as you look at Bokuto only to find him on one knee in front of you.

He takes your left hand and places a kiss to the back of it. He keeps ahold of it.

“I was going to do this a year ago but Akaashi told me that I shouldn’t rush into this so I listened to him. But I was ready then and I’m still ready now. Nothing has changed. I still love you more than anything and I still want to spend forever by your side. Nobody gets me like you do, nobody makes me as happy as you do, and nobody makes me feel as loved as you do, no matter what I might say or do. I know there’s no one else in the world that I want to love and to have love me. Will you marry me my baby owl?”

“Yes Ko! I want to be by your side always! I love you more than words can express!” You excitedly reply.

Bokuto jumps up and wraps his arms around you. He picks you up in a bear hug and spins you around, pure joy and excitement on his face, before eagerly kissing you.

“You don’t know how happy you’ve made me baby owl!”

“And you don’t know how happy you always make me Ko baby.”

You happily smile at each other as he lowers you back onto the ground.

“We have to call and tell Akaashi! I told him I was sure.”

“Ok we can call him. But first can we maybe take these decorations off of me?”

“I suppose.” Bokuto laughs.

He gives you another loving kiss before removing all the decorations from your body.

Well, all of the decorations except for the most important one.

[hq-stories-remade]

reposting from @hq-stories

“tis i em from imaginethathaikyuu (on anon cuz the whole im a sideblog thing). i see ur on hiatus, & i hope ur week gets better, i know my week is extremely shit too at the moment & although ur reqs are on hold (same) i saw theyre still open & im in genuine need of some sappy, so sweet itll rot my teeth akaashi (predictable) fluff to cheer me up after getting my heart broken lol. but also i hope u feel better soon! things get hard sometimes. don't feel bad about taking a break. uve got this <333“

teams: fukurodani

characters: keiji akaashi

pairing: akaashi/reader

warnings: tooth rotting fluff!!!

words: 1,177

have you ever felt a pull towards someone? almost like it’s just because you like the smell of their shampoo, like there’s something odd and comforting about them?

keiji akaashi had never felt anything like that in his life up until this point. nothing up until this point had shaken him to his core like this, it hit him like a pile of bricks. nothing ever came close to the unique feeling he experience when meeting you for the first time.

it kept him up at night, all he wanted to do was to be next to you. to be able to stay every night, be able to touch your face and know you’re there.

he believed it was all but a fleeting dream for so long. to be able to work up the nerve to confront somebody as perfect as you? somebody so above what he believed he deserved? he could only dream about it, only play a lovely scene of you sharing his feelings over and over again inside his mind.

it took all the nerve he’d had built up inside of him to even confront you to be able to have a friendship like this, it was something he was absolutely petrified of losing. to have been blessed to be able to have a friendship this close? he couldn’t sabotage that, even if his heartbeat couldn’t ever still when he was with you. even if the butterflies in his stomach went wild any time you came close.

three years, and his heart wouldn’t let him move on, it’s been stuck to you ever since he met you. he couldn’t put it into words, he couldn’t explain why he was always so drawn to you. you, who was perfect in every single way, had captured his heart so easily.

a week.

there was a single week left until graduation.

there was also a voice in the back of akaashi’s head now, which currently screamed at him constantly to not let go of you. screamed at himself to tell you how he felt about you. he was so scared of letting you walk out those doors without ever telling you he was madly in love with you for the last three years.

the voice happened to be screaming at him at this moment before he was pulled back to reality by the sweet sound of an angelic voice that he’d come to love so much.

“keiji?”

his head snapped up, tired eyes looking into beautiful concern filled orbs. your face was twisted into a state of worry, ah, he felt a pang of guilt for causing you to worry for his sake. that expression did not suit your lovely face.

“yes? is something the matter, y/n?”

leaning closer, you’d pressed your hand onto his forehead. oh, if only you’d understood how much that actually meant to him. so many small gestures that flustered him, meant so much to him. his cheeks began heating up as he found himself retracting away from your soft palm.

“you’ve seemed off the last couple days.. i’m really worried about you, keiji..”

you looked like you were trying to find the proper words for the situation. struggling as your eyes squinted and eyebrows furrowed. that expression was so adorable, he’d be sure to lock it away in the memory book of his heart.

“you can always tell me what’s bothering you. you mean so much to me, i don’t ever want you to feel like you’re alone.. we’re in this together, keiji.”

your words brought him so much happiness yet pain at the same time. you had no idea what those words actually meant to him, you said them so easily and effortlessly as if you hadn’t just agonized over them for a moment.

teeth pressing down inside his mouth, biting his tongue. enough, it was enough of this.

“can i really tell you what’s bothering me?”

his hands found their way to yours, lacing his fingers through yours. your cheeks burned slightly as you took a soft gulp and a hesitant nod. you weren’t exactly sure what he was doing, he never initiated contact with you so it was strange for him to become so forward all of a sudden.

“i’ve been in love with you for the last three years. i’ve been so in love with you that i’ve spent the last three years agonizing over wether i should tell you and ruin our friendship or not..” he paused, his eyes unable to meet yours. scared of what kind of expression you were making.

“i never believed in love at first sight, i’ve never even cared for love until i met you. i have watched my mother have her heart broken time and time again but you.. you’ve shown me what love can feel like.”

it was clear he was stumbling on his words, they just came pouring out of him like a waterfall.

“you’ve shown me that love can be so beautiful yet so painful at the same time, that somebody can mean so much to you that you’ll hold your tongue just to keep them around.. you make every day worth living.”

his eyes found their way to yours, a hesitant look of hope on his face. he never really believed he deserved love, that he’d end up similar to his mother and have his heart broken if he tried to love. although, that look.. oh, that beautiful, warm, radiant look on your face? that gave him more hope than he’d ever imagined he’d be able to have.

your hands cupping his face, trembling ever so softly, your eyes slightly wet with tears that had since streamed down your cheeks. the lovely smile that graced your features. your heart was soaring just as much as his.

“keiji. i’ve been in love with you since the moment i saw you. nobody has ever compared to you.”

his heart pounded, his lip quivering as he let his tears spill with a soft chuckle. his hands found their way to cover yours on his cheeks, holding them softly as you both trembled.

“y/n, you deserve so much love, please let me give it to you.. i will never hurt you, i would never treat you poorly. you’re my one and only.”

the beautiful smile he adored so much found it’s way to your face once more, finding yourself launching forward and wrapping your arms so tight around him. holding on so tight like you feared he would disappear if you ever let him go. his arms only served to wrap around you just as securely.

“i really want to kiss you right now..” his voice came out softly.

“do it then.”

shock filled his face as it felt like all his dreams were coming true in that moment. this was his sweet reality now, and he was going to make sure that he cherished it. pulling back ever so slightly, he finally pressed his lips to yours in the softest kiss.

it was just as lovely as he imagined it.

[pinkykitten]

Moving In

The Good Doctor

Neil Melendez x autistic & white! female reader

Warning: little break down in the middle

Specifics: romance, fluff, one-shot, autistic reader

People: neil melendez, audrey lim

Words: 1,446

Requested: By @the-gang-makes-a-tmblr (cannot tag) Oh okay it was neil and reader moving into his place as the next step in the relationship.

Authors Note: im very sappy today i guess lol this turned out verrrrryyyyyyy fluffy which is my fav. again for the millionth time to all u darlings im so srry for the wait! ༼ ༎ຶ ෴ ༎ຶ༽

As you looked at all your things that were packed in your old apartment you remembered when Neil had asked you to move in with him. 

It was another day in the hospital, you and him were working on a patient in surgery. As you were stitching Neil just popped the question, being truly genuine. “So I was thinking, would you like to move to the next level and move in with me?” You were in shock. Your mouth hanging open at the thought that you and Neil would be with each other almost 24/7. You do love Neil and this is what you wanted, you wanted to move to the next level. You were just scared, scared that maybe it was heading too fast, that it was changing. Maybe change was good. With your hands coated in blood you made sure not to touch Neil’s face as you brought yourself to kiss him. “Of course I’ll move in with you. I love you.”

Neil gave you a look of adornment, searching your eyes. “Okay then its settled. I’ll help you move.” He gave you another quick kiss and smiled, his dimples showing. 

“Wow,” Audrey said as she cleaned herself since the surgery ended. 

“What?”

“I’m just surprised,” she shrugged. You felt odd talking to her about your relationship with Neil. You know that the two of them have history with each other and you didn’t want any harsh feelings. “Didn’t see this coming.”

“You and me both,” you laughed. “But I feel this is the right step. I do love him and do want to spend the rest of my life with him so I think we’re going in the right direction.”

Audrey nodded, “just make sure its what you want and its not going too fast for you.”

You smiled, the excitement overwhelming you as you stashed everything in boxes and taped it up. Calling Neil on the phone you tell him your done and you can tell he is equally as excited as you. He is really happy about this and that makes you feel overjoyed and it makes you feel you are doing the right thing.

“Well I’m coming over there now, talk to you later babe. Love you.” 

You chuckled and kissed the phone, “love you more.”

You waited for him and he did end up there at your house. You didn’t have a lot of items to move since you didn’t live in such an extravagant home. It was just a tiny apartment for all your necessities. As you loaded things into his car you felt the happiness and just the feeling like you were on top of the world. 

You wrapped your arms around Neil’s broad shoulders, “I con’t believe we’re doing this.”

Neil kissed your forehead, “I know, but I couldn’t be happier. I want to spend my life with you, I want to be with you. I’m just excited to have you in my arms when we sleep and for me to make you breakfast every morning.”

You giggled at that and so did he, “or well try to do it every morning.”

You hugged him and placed your head on his chest, “I know we’ll be happy. I can’t wait for all those things too.” You kissed his neck and gave him a beaming smile. “C’mon then, lets go to your house!”

“Our house.”

Leading him into the car, you hop right in,  “right, our house.”

You were in awe of his house. It was way more high tech and big than your tiny apartment. You were amazed about everything. Feeling like a princess or a queen you were humble and acknowledged that you didn’t deserve such nice things like this. But Neil came in and reassured you that you did deserve these things and that they belonged to you now as well. You felt you were rich, this was totally going to be a new experience. 

As you two cleaned the house and got set into emptying the boxes a song came on the radio that Neil loved. 

“Oh wow, an oldy.” He chuckled as he stood up and put his hand out to you. “Would you like to dance, my beautiful lady?”

You bit your lip and nodded, “I would love to dance, good sir.”

The song To Be Loved was on. You two slow danced in the empty space that soon would be filled with your things and his combined. Neil started to sing to you, “To be loved to be loved ohhhhh what a feeling to be loved.” He sang these lyrics to you, his eyes looking in your eyes. You smiled, the last part where it cuts a little for the music, Neil dips you. Your cheeks turning into a bright pink, being this close to him. He puts his hands on your soft cheeks and brings his lips to yours. You bring your hands to his hair and push him deeper to kiss you. Your lips move in sync like if they too were dancing. “I love you y/n.”

“I love you more.”

You two ordered pizza and drank wine as you were almost finished with unpacking. As you two were taking a break where Neil was watching tv while you made dessert you stared at all your items placed in their own rightful place. Your heart started to beat fast and you were starting to have a break down. Your autism was getting the better of you. You were starting to panic to not understand and in that moment reality set in. Your world to you was moving too fast, you were scared. Your cheeks started to flush and tears started to pour out of your eyes. Neil was not alarmed until you dropped a baking pan on the floor causing a loud noise.

Neil turned his head towards you, “hey babe what happened - hey, hey whats wrong?” He was deeply concerned, by your side in seconds. His strong arms wrapped themselves around you. You cried more into his chest, feeling embarrassed and a disappointment, a nuisance. “Its okay, talk to me. Whats wrong?” He looked at your face, wiping your tears away as he kissed both your cheeks. 

“I just feel maybe this is moving too fast.” You thought Neil would be irate with you but he was calm and understanding. He nodded, “alright, now when did you start to feel this?”

“Just now, I think I was having a panic attack or something.”

“Did you feel this way this morning?” You shook your head at his question. “No, I was happy, excited. I want this.”

“You just got scared for a minute there?”

You nodded as you bit your lips, “I want his more than anything Neil. I just, reality set in and terrified me.” Neil brought you into an embrace and kissed the top of your head. “Its okay to be scared, I get scared too. Change is sometimes terrifying, to not know whats going to happen. But sometimes in life, in order to live it, sometimes we need to take a leap of faith. I’m proud of you for doing this and for accomplishing something this huge, you should be proud of yourself too. Also, just because we’re living together doesn’t mean you have to do everything I do. I won’t force you to do anything, heck not even sleep in my bed. Its on your terms, whatever makes you feel comfortable.”

You felt so happy with Neil. For once you were in a relationship where someone understood, someone cared for you. He knew the hardships of being you, with autism, life was difficult sometimes but he knows how to get you through it. “If its alright with you,” you said your voice going back to normal and you being excited again. “I would like to sleep in your bed.” Your cheeks were red, feeling bashful to ask him this. Neil gave you a warm smile and kissed you, “of course baby.”

All the boxes got unpacked and you were finally moved in with him. It was a hard day but there were more good things then bad. You two ended up taking a shower together and watching a movie in his bed. 

Your head was on his chest, his arms wrapped around you. You cuddled with him as you made small patterns on his chest with your soft fingers. “Thanks babe, for all this.” You whispered to Neil as you gave small pecks to his neck. Neil smiled and kissed your hand, “no problem sweetheart, I’m happy you moved in. I can’t wait for our days together.”

“I know its gonna be great.”

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Surprise (Jason Todd x Reader)

Here’s the first Valentine’s day special with Jason Todd 

Just used this random gif cause I couldn’t find anything else to fit

Warnings: lil bit angst, lotta fluff

Words: 2,415

8:27 am

You awoke to an empty and cold bed, the same as you had fallen asleep in the previous night. Not much different from usual although you couldn’t blame your boyfriend, afterall he did go out most night protecting the city from harm. If it were any other day you would have shrugged it off and waited patiently for him to return later on. But today, today was Valentine’s day and although you didn’t mind much for the holiday you had hoped that maybe, just maybe you would get to spend they day with your beloved hero.

You rolled over onto your side, reaching for your phone on the bedside table. Lifting it up you waited for the screen to blink on. No new messages. Even so you decided to send your lover a text to celebrate the day, making sure to overload it with hearts, knowing he found it cringey (but secretly cute). You sighed, any thoughts of him remembering the date dampining your mood more.

9:00

About half an hour of moping in bed you finally got up. You took a long, hot shower, if you weren’t spending it with Jason you may as well still treat yourself to a relaxing one. Thanking the Gods that you didnt have work today you scrubbed away.

After you finished up and changed into some casual clothes you walked to the kitchen, eager to get some tea and something to eat. As you passed the island you noticed something strange, the dishes you left to dry over night had all been put away.

“He must have come home after all” you mutterd to yourself. While it was a pleasant surprise for him to help out with the little things, you do wish he had stayed long enough for you to at least see him.

10:44

An hour and a half of doing nothing, to say you were bored was an understatement. You had checked social media countless of times, thinking you could maybe hangout with your close friends instead to celebrate the day. Alas everyone was either romancing it up or busy working the day away. Your hopes of spending the day with your other loved ones being whisked away. The walls of your apartment were becoming unbareable and it was then that you decided maybe getting some fresh air would be a good thing. So you dragged yourself off the couch and to the door. You could tell be the sight outside it was a particularly cold day, even with the sun brightly shining. You pulled on your thick coat, making sure to put on your hat and scarf too (you did not want painfully frozen ears), and after grabbing your phone, earphones and keys you left the empty apartment. You sent Jason another message, notifying him of your whereabouts if he came home while you were out, noticing the message was unread. Maybe his phone died?

11:52

Great. It was if the whole world was out to remind you that you were alone today. Your music kept plaing love songs (that you’d usually enjoy but in the company of yourself the sappy lyrics were beginning to irk you). The whole park was filled with happy couples holding hands and smiling with glee. Sure it wasn’t their fault but it was still pissing you off. It was a battle to keep the scowl off your face and not look like a moody single. reaching a more secluded area you found a bench and too a seat, tired of walking. It was a quaint little area. Bushes surrounding a small pond, with a family of ducks amongst the greenery. Maybe you could bring Jason here, get away from all the chaos of life for a few moments. Although you’d have to come when it got warmer, the environment would be much more enjoyable when you could actually feel your limbs.

You pulled your icy phone out of your pocket. Still no reply. You unlocked his phone and clicked on his nickname, Jaybird, and for a moment your heart stopped.

Read 11:32, you gasped quietly. Read? You could understand him not seeing the message yet, he wasn’t on his phone nearly as much as yourself. But he had now read the message. Negative thoughts clouded your mind. Was he outright ignoring you. Knowing you shouldn’t over react and jump to conclusions you shook your head and rubbed away the potential tears. He probably absentmindenlty checked his phone before crashing asleep back home.

Sighing for the umpteenth time that day you decided to spend some more time in the park, even in the bitter air.

13:00

You decided to walk back. Even if he forgot you were still excited to see Jason. Maybe snuggle up and watch Romeo and Juliet while munching on sweets and chocolate, you knew he had a particular soft spot for Shakespeare. Now that would be an ideal Valentine’s day. A smile made its way onto your face at the thought, warming you from the inisde as you journeyed home through the streets of Gotham. A grin soon broke out on your cheeks as the music in your earphones dipped, signaling a new message. With the speed of the flash you whipped out your phone. If there was ever such a strong change in emotion it was now: your face fell drastically as you read the name on the screen, Tim.

Now it wasn’t that you disliked the younger boy, it was just that you were desperate to hear anything from Jason, even if it wasn’t in anyway romantic at all. You opened the message anyway, interested to see what he had to say.

From Timbo 13:26

Hey (y/n), I’m at your’s and Jay’s. No one was in so I used the spare key you guys gave Bruce.

From Timbo 13:26

Hope you don’t mind but I made myself a cup of coffee.

13:27

Let me know when you’ll be in.

You stopped in place. No one’s home? So where the bloody hell was Jason. You could feel anger beginning to well slighlty from his ignorance. Breathing out you got to texting Tim back, maybe you could ask him where your dear boyfriend was when you got home.

To Timbo

That’s cool, I’m on my back from the park now.

To Timbo

Won’t be long, make yourself at home.

From Timbo 13:32

Already have lol

Even with your negative mood you laughed at the antics of the younger boy. With that you locked your phone and continued walking home.

13:45

You unlocked the door and shed your outdoor layers.

“Hey (y/n)!” You heard Tim call from the lounge. You responded with a greeting, albiet not as enthusiastically. Once home ready you walked into the living room, chuckling at the sight of him lounging on the sofa, legs up with his phone and a mug of coffee in hand. Once you pushed his legs off and sat down on the sofa he locked his phone and smiled up at you.

“So what brings you here Timbo?” You spoke, looking at him in curiosity.

“What? Can’t I come visit dear brother’s girlfriend, who happens to be my dear friend?” He said, mock innocence coating his voice. You laughed slightly before continuing.

“I know you Tim, You wouldn’t have come in person if you really didn’t have to.” Feigning hurt for a moment he replied, “How could you? I would come to see you whenever and where ever.” You both paused, “Alright you got me, If Jason heard me speaking like that I’d be a deadman.” You both laughed for a moment before you decided to bring up said male.

“Speaking of, you haven’t heard from him have you? He hasn’t responded to my texts and I haven’t seen him all night”. Tim’s demanor shifted at your question and he responded much too quickly.

“No can’t say I have sorry.” You opened your mouth to question him further but he quickly shifted the subject. You talked with they lad for a good long while, catching up with him. It’d been a while since you’d actually seen him in erson and it was nice to actually get to seem him and talk face to face. After a few hours and multiple teas and coffees later Tim finally got to his original intention. He was here to ask if you wanted to come back to the manor and join the others for a casual Valentine’s get together. they were having at the house. You asked f Jason would be there and he awkwardly responded with an ‘I don’t really know’.You weren’t too keen but you agreed to come anyway, seeing as you would’ve ended up angry and depressed at the apartment alone. Might aswell enjoy the rest of the day with your favourite vigilanties.

You both got up ready to leave as you locked the apartment door and Tim spoke one more time.

“Oh yeah I got dropped off so you’re going to need to drive. meet you at your car!” With that he speed off leaving you to curse at the boy.

17:04

You pulled up the elaborate driveway of the manor. It was already dark and you were in awe at the manor being lit in the darkness. It was a beautiful place. You parked and both exited the car. Tim let the pair of you into the grand home. His awkward state was back as he shuffled ahead. Coughing to get your attention she spoke,”So, um, the others are waiting in the conservatory. I’m going to check on some, um umm, stuff in the kitchen.” and with that he was gone.

“Okay?”. You manouvered to the back of the manor, having been here enough times to know the basic layout. What you were met with was not what you were expecting.

The room was mostly dark, being lit purely by the stars, some candles on a layed table and some fairy lights weaved into the metal work of the consevatory. Your eyes travelled across the delicates lights eventually leading you to a warmly lit figure standing in the middle of the room. Broad shoulders covered with a jet black turtle neck, matching the gorgeous soft waves of hair upon his perfect face. The sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, exposing the heavenly forearms. In his hands, clutched rather tighlty, was a bouquet of your favourite flowers wrapped together in a perfect red bow. It was then that you realised that you had barely been breathing and you gasped, bring your hands to your mouth in shock. You looked him into his eyes, the perfect blues looking back with pure adoration and happiness.

“Happy Valentine’s day (y/n).” as he spoke you could feel your insides basically melt and you couldnt help yourself as you ran towards him and into his arms. He tensed in shock for a moment, dropping the flowers to catch you before laughing. You could feel the deep chuckles reverbing through his chest as you embraced him tightly. He placed you back on the ground and you stared up at him, the height difference returning to it’s usual (something you’d never change because damn that made you feel things), and you stared into his eyes with love, brushing away all of the day’s earlier doubts.

“I hate you so much” you said, smiling through it. He smiled in return, bright and happy.

“Yeah, I love you too.”

“I was beginning to think you’d gone missing, or beginning to get bored of me” You meant it as a joke even if the thoughts occured but he frowned slightly.

“Bored of you? (y/n) I could never get bored of you. I love you more than I can put into words.” You smiled even more than you were before with his words, making you feel warm and fuzzy inside. You pulled him down to your level, hands locked behind his head and shared the most passionate kiss of your life. His large hands gripped your hips, pulling you impossibly closer. The pair of you only parted at the intrusion of the voice of a much younger brother.

“Gross” came the voice of Damian Wayne. The two of you pulled apart, you blushing while Jason simply glared at the boy from over your shoulder. You could feel one of his hands leave you most likely flipping Damian off before returning to your body.

When you thought your embrassement was over you heard the hushed voices of the others.  

“Damian to get back, you’re blowing our cover!” Dick whisper shouted.

“Hey, ow, your stepping on my feet” Steph complained.

You buried your face into Jason’s chest, red with embrassment.

What startled the you the most was the voice of Bruce, ushering them all away and closing the wooden doors of the room. You finally looked back up at him, but he was frozen staring at the door with a flushed face (for Bruce had sent him a thumbs up with a smirk and a wink). Something you rarely saw, but he snapped out of it as soon as he noticed your stare.

“So, shall we get the evening started?” He spoke, that deep and confident voice.

“We sure shall, I want to know what kept you so busy today you couldn’t answer your texts.” He laughed nervously, hand moving to rub the back of his neck.

“Yeah about that, Damian may have taken my phone as I was about to respond.” You raised an eyebrow at this looking at him with skepticism. “Hey don’t look at me like that! He thought I wouldn’t be able to keep it a secret,” he then mumbled the rest but due to your close proximity you heard it all, “and i definitly can’t with you”.

You laughed loudly at this, not surprised anymore.

“He’s right, you’re a even worse at lying than Tim”

“Hey, take that back, I’m not nearly as bad as that nerd!”

A pounding was heard on the door followed by Tim yelling’ “Excuse me I am an excellen- hey ah Dad wait!” Tim’s voice faded away as he was being dragged away by Bruce. You continued to laugh, Jason joining in.

And so you begun your evening. It was romantic, perfect and full of love and care. Spending time with Jason was like being in your own personal heaven.

[asreoninfusion]

Clack Week Day 2: Wing

My contrbution to day two of Clack week. Of course I went with wing, because I’m not about to pass up an opportunity for wing kink. xp 

This one is still, uhh, mostly SFW but with suggestive momements, I guess (no parts are touched except for the wing, but the mention of boners comes up lol). It’s mainly fluff and cuteness again. I’m going to give myself cavities at this rate with how sweet the boys are being all the time.

Zack ran his hand through Cloud’s hair as Cloud stirred. There were dim cracks of light just starting to seep in past the curtains – morning, then, but still early.

“Hey,” Zack said. “Feeling better?”

Cloud groaned quietly and buried his face into Zack’s chest. “I have a killer crick in my neck. I thought we swore off falling asleep on sofas.”

Zack chuckled. Cloud had recovered enough to regain his sarcastic sense of humour – that was a good sign. He wouldn’t even complain that Cloud had been the one using him as a pillow the whole time, and Zack’s arm felt like it would be numb for days.

Cloud gave a shuddering sigh, and his newly mutated wing twitched and stretched against the coffee table. Cloud froze.

“It’s okay,” Zack reminded him. “It’s just the same as Sephiroth and Genesis and Angeal have, remember?”

“Right,” Cloud agreed blandly.

“It’s a good thing. Probably means you have the potential to be just as powerful at them! Not everyone gets wings, after all. You’ll be promoted to First for sure.”

“I know.”

Zack cupped Cloud’s face, guiding his gaze up until their eyes met. “It doesn’t make you a monster. Never has and never will.”

Cloud flushed and looked away. After a good night’s sleep and plenty of cuddles, his meltdown the previous night seemed… a bit of an overreaction. Zack was right. The three elite Firsts all had wings, he had known it was a possibility. It had just been unexpected, to come back from the labs with an entire extra limb.

Zack peered over at the wing. It was a touch worse for wear – Cloud had thrashed quite a bit, maybe clawed at it a little in his panic.

“You feel okay, right?”

Cloud made a non-committal noise, neither confirming nor denying. “It’s… weird. I can feel it. It’s a little tender, I guess; the wing, and my shoulder too. But yeah, I’m okay.”

“Can you move it?” Zack sounded more curious than anything, now.

Cloud stretched his wing out; lifted it a little. He watched it move with fascination. “Guess so.”

“That’s a start!” Although he was trying to sound encouraging, Zack couldn’t quite stifle the yawn that made its way out. He shifted beneath Cloud’s weight. There really was a reason they’d said no more sleeping together on couches. “Well, how about we move somewhere more comfortable for a while? Then when it gets to a sensible time for existence, I’ll call Seph and see what he can tell us about wing care and shit, yeah?”

“No!” Cloud immediately flushed at his sudden outburst. “I mean—I don’t know if I want anyone else to know about this just yet.”

“Cloud… it’s okay. Seph ain’t gonna judge, Mr. One Winged Angel and all.”

Cloud made a face. “Exactly. His wing is so… majestic. This thing looks pathetic in comparison.”

“Aww, that’s not true!”

“It’s all small and runty.”

“No way. It might be smaller than Seph’s, but honestly, Seph is overcompensation city anyway. You don’t want one that size. You might think it looks all majestic and shit, but trust me, I have seen him constantly knocking stuff over with that wing.”

At least that got a wry grin out of Cloud. Zack beamed and loosely wrapped his arms around Cloud’s bare waist (the wing would make shirts difficult until Cloud would get extras properly tailored) before continuing.

“And if your wing looks a little dishevelled now, it’s just ‘cause you’ve been through a lot. It’ll look great with a bit of preening and TLC.”

“I wouldn’t even know where to start with looking after something like this,” Cloud sighed.

“No problem. We can ask the others, or if you’re not up for that just yet, we can muddle through ourselves. Want me to give it a shot?”

“Now?”

“Sure, if it’ll make you feel better about the whole thing. And the guys have said it feels pretty nice as well, so win win, right?”

Cloud hesitated. He hadn’t wanted anyone touching the wing at all before, but… he’d calmed down a lot now, and this was Zack.

It only took him a moment to decide. “Okay. That sounds good.”

“Alright. Let’s move to the bedroom so you have room to stretch out.”

They both reluctantly got up, stretching out the various kinks and cramped muscles that had resulted from a night spent piled together on a couch that was distinctly too small for two adult men. As soon as Cloud got into the bedroom, he flopped stomach-first onto the bed with a sigh.

Zack fought back a smile. Cloud was cute when he was sleepy. Cute all the time, really, but especially when sleepy. His new wing stretched out over the covers – Cloud took up nearly the whole bed like that.

Zack crawled onto the bed to join him. Cloud’s wing was right in front of him… even if a few feathers were out of place, and it was a little dulled by the dried remains of mako and gods knew what other questionable liquids from the labs, the wing was still incredibly pretty. Mostly white, but with a faint silver shine to the feathers. He got the feeling they would absolutely glisten in sunlight.

He was staring; he’d always been fascinated by the wings some of the other SOLIDERs sported. He shook himself out of it.

“First things first, how about a damp washcloth to wipe that wing of yours down? It’s kinda… sticky.”

Cloud made a vaguely affirmative noise, face muffled into a pillow. Zack went to fetch the required implements. When he returned with washcloth in hand, Cloud was already half dozing.

Zack grinned to himself and got to work. He kept his touch light at first, not sure how sensitive Cloud would be. Cloud only sighed at the contact.

Wiping away the mako and gunk was the least fun part, so Zack work steadily through it. He only interrupted to get Cloud to roll onto his side and spread the wing behind him so Zack could access the underside.

“Done,” Zack announced.

Cloud’s wing gave a little shiver, as if trying to get rid of the excess water (okay, maybe Zack had got a little sloppy towards the end), and then fluffed out. Zack was delighted.

“Oh man, it looks so soft!” he said, eyes gleaming with adoration. The wing had the same kind of downy softness as Cloud’s hair, and Zack had to fight back a deeply ingrained instinct to ruffle. Ruffling would not go down well. Preening, on the other hand�� “Can I touch?”

“Hnn.” It seemed to be permission.

Cloud rolled back onto his front, and Zack leaned over to gently card his fingers through Cloud’s feathers. Ohh. They really were soft.

Cloud gave another sigh, more pronounced this time, and shuddered a little at the touch. But it didn’t seem to be in a bad way. In fact, as Zack continued to work his way along Cloud’s wings, righting all the feathers and stroking them into place, Cloud seemed to melt into the mattress.

Zack’s heart swelled. Just being so close to Cloud, the casual intimacy… the fact that Cloud was already comfortable enough to let him do this, even though he’d been distraught about the wing just last night.

“Cloud… I really love you.”

Cloud cracked a sleepy eye open. “Huh? What brought that on?”

“I don’t know. Just being close to you.”

“…you’re being sappy again, aren’t you?”

Zack leaned down and blew a raspberry on the small of Cloud’s back in retribution for his sass. Cloud squirmed and gave a small yelp.

Grinning, Zack turned the raspberry into an actual kiss, working his way up Cloud’s spine. He kept preening the wing as he did so; he was learning where Cloud liked a little bit more pressure, and so far he’d found one or two spots that made Cloud moan softly when he pressed firmly against them.

“Aahh,” Cloud breathed, a noise that sounded like pleasure.

“See, that’s nice, right?” Zack said. Though he hardly needed to ask. “Like a massage.”

“Mm,” Cloud hummed in agreement.

Zack kisses turned a bit firmer when he got to the back of Cloud’s neck; he might have nibbled a little. All the while still working his fingers through those soft feathers.

“Hah… Zack.”

Zack gave him one more kiss. “Roll over onto your side again, I’ll preen the underside of the wing for you.”

Cloud didn’t respond immediately. He seemed like he was blushing a little. But then, slowly, he rolled over. The wing curled up, then flared out behind him, exposing the other side.

Zack trailed his fingertips lightly against the join where wing met flesh. He pouted, and Cloud didn’t fail to notice.

“What’s wrong?” Cloud sounded concerned.

“This is gonna make it hard for me to be the big spoon anymore,” Zack said.

Cloud snorted, his worry immediately fading. “Don’t worry, I’ll spoon you instead.”

“Shush, you. I like to have a variety of choices for spooning positions.”

“Whatever,” Cloud said, but he was smiling as he closed his eyes and went back to dozing.

Or trying to doze. It was easier to see Cloud’s face in this position, and Zack watched his boyfriend’s expression while he started carding his fingers through the feathers again. This side seemed to be a little more sensitive – Cloud twitched every so often, eyebrows knitting together and lips parting in a soft ‘oh’.

Zack might have been concerned he was hurting Cloud, but he knew that face. And it was not a face of pain.

He found a good spot to dig his fingertips against, and Cloud moaned. Zack might have bought it just being a platonic, massage type of pleasure, if he hadn’t seen the way Cloud’s hips rolled as well. There was the little bite of his lip, and that expression that Zack most commonly saw when dicks were being touched.

“So. ‘Feels good’, huh?” Zack said cheekily.

Cloud cracked an eye open again to glare half-heartedly. He glanced away, a little embarrassed but sincere. “I like it when you touch me. Wherever it is.”

“Mmhm. And the wing?”

“It’s… new. Sensitive. I don’t know. Feels nice when you preen it.”

Armed with that knowledge, Zack was hardly about to stop preening. In fact, he only redoubled his efforts.

“How sensitive?” he asked, fingers stroking firmly through Cloud’s feathers.

“Nn…”

“How hard are you right now?”

“Zack!” Cloud protested, flushing a little. “…I don’t know. Half hard, maybe. It’s not like a sex thing – it’s not, don’t look at me like that – it just feels good, and it’s you, so…”

“Do you think you could cum from it?”

“I don’t—you’re not—damnit, Zack.”

Zack kissed Cloud on the nose, grinning. It was adorable when Cloud got flustered.

“No. I don’t think I can, it’s not that intense.” Cloud paused. “It might be fun… just to spice things up a little. When we were doing other things.”

“Oh?” Zack kissed Cloud on the lips this time. He kept one hand buried in the feathers, and the other he trailed lightly down Cloud’s stomach and to his hip.

Cloud kissed Zack a few more times, but they were gentle, unhurried kisses. He took Zack’s wandering hand and pulled it away. “It’s like five a.m. You can play later.”

“Aw, Cloud.”

Cloud shot him a wry smile. “The lab said I get the day off today, what with the whole wing thing. You can probably wrangle the time off to look after me too. That means we can lie in.”

“You drive a hard bargain, Cloudy.” Lie ins were a coveted luxury in the military lifestyle.

“And if I wake up with a morning wood… you can help take care of it.”

“Done,” Zack agreed. For the time being, he simply curled up against Cloud, holding him in a loose embrace.

Cloud rested his forehead against Zack’s and sighed, melting against him. “Thank you, by the way.”

“For what? The preening? ‘Cause I am more than happy to do that. Any time you want.”

Cloud huffed a laugh, then his expression turned more serious. “No. For… being here. It’s going to take a bit of getting used to, but you’ve made this whole thing a lot more bearable.”

Zack smiled, though his eyes remained serious with sincerity. “Aww, of course. I love you, Cloud.”

That wrangled a smile out of Cloud too. “You’re a dork. But I love you too.” He paused to think for a moment. “Want to see if the wing works as a blanket?”

“I would love that,” Zack said emphatically.

Cloud grinned and lightly elbowed Zack, but he lifted the wing and settled it over the top of them both anyway. It wasn’t big enough to act as a proper blanket, but Zack seem thrilled regardless.

“Ahh, it’s so soft and warm…”

“Dork,” Cloud repeated.

They kissed again, and neither of them could even tell who initiated it that time. Gradually they both dozed off, and this time Cloud slept far more restfully than his previous troubled night. He was wrapped in Zack’s arms, warm and safe in his bed, and, wing or no wing, Cloud feel asleep with a small smile on his face.