#I'm like oh! hey! look! it's not some nasty thing beneath me! just something I'm crouching REALLY lowwww to get to.

[originalitysquared]

Can't even read my fucking book because I'm so mad. I think I have to stretch or something.

[stillnotyourmusebitch]

I can’t stop thinking of demon! Adam going through development and reaching the point of like,, doing something nice without anyone telling him to do it, purely for the sake of doing it. Something he never would have done before. Even if it’s something as small as sitting down with you while you’re watching your favorite movie or show and not shitting on it the whole time, just to keep you company. Or something like that. I dunno. I’m just a sucker for slow burn subtextual romance.

THAT, and the reader seeing his face beneath the mask, looking him the eyes, and smiling a little. Even if they say nothing. I feel like that would stick with him.

Exactly. Demon!Adam lives in my head rent free now. I know this weren't a request of sorts but I kinda wrote something for this

random ficlet below

Demon!Adam x GN!reader (Fluff)

DemonSinner!Adam is something that plays on my mind a lot. He still doesn’t believe in the whole redemption shit that Charlie is laying down but if it gets him a glimpse of seeing heaven again he is willing to try.

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Adam was bored and needed something to do that would put off the inevitable “therapy” session with Lucifer’s brat later. So that must be why he finds himself outside your room. He knocks lightly on your door. You didn’t answer, he knocked again louder this time. Still no answer. So he opens the door and peers in.

“Hey errr (Y/n) Charlie asked me to check on you.” A blatant lie but he won’t tell you that.

He sees you’re watching TV.

“Huh? What no shitty nickname this time?” You mumbled around a mouthful of popcorn. Adam walks over and flops down on the couch next to you.

“Oh yeah, nah I didn’t really feel like it.” He grabs a handful of your popcorn.

You quirk a brow.

“Also Charlie said nooo giving nicknames to people that demean them and also who don’t want it and people were given names to be used blah blah blah.” He shoves the popcorn into his mouth. “So what are we watchin?”

“I'm watching a movie I really like so if you're staying either shut up or fuck off.” You sink back into your blanket cocoon.

*10 minutes later*

“What the fuck! This guy clearly likes her but she goes for the other bozo. Is she blind . . . . as well as ya know hot.”

You choke on your drink. You didn’t think that this would be his kinda thing but here he was emotionally invested in the film you had picked. You had really wanted to just wallow in your depression by binge watching trashy romcoms but what was really making you feel better was watching the ‘dickmaster’ himself rooting for the underdog to open up about his feelings to the lead woman.

You go to grab some popcorn but see the bowl is empty.

“Gotta pause.” You go to stand but he stops you.

“I got this.” He hides the good deed by quickly saying “And I need to piss anyway.” You pass him the bowl.

“Not in the popcorn I hope.” You rearrange yourself back in your blanket burrito.

“HAA, You nasty but don’t watch without me. Coz that is a dick move.”

“You know all about those.” You mutter into the blanket. But Adam had gone to the hotel kitchen to make popcorn.

You chose to scroll on your phone until he got back. There were a few messages but you didn’t really feel like answering them. You flop on your side. You can always move when he came back.

While you waited in silence for Adam. You think back on how he really was getting better. After seeing him slowly open up to Charlie’s ideas and seeing that he can be a good guy when it suits him. You smile to yourself.

Your door slams open.

“Okay I’m back bitch.”

Nevermind looks like he has thrown up his walls again.

He lays out the armful of snacks and the bowl of popcorn that looks way bigger than the bowl he left with. He sees you on your side.

“You comfy down there?”

You groan and slowly sit up again. He sits back down but wraps an arm around you and hugs you into his side and nothing more.

“Okay we can continue now.” He grabs the popcorn and rests it on his lap.

You set the movie going again and snuggle just a little bit closer. For popcorn reasons of course not that Adam was nice and warm and you felt safe next to him.

“Clearly she don’t know a good thing when she sees it.” You pipe up after about three minutes into the film again. You had seen this film so many times but there was one scene that always brought out annoyance in you.

“Right!! She needs to open her eyes this guy clearly loves her for who they are and not some fake ass bs that other . . . what?” Adam stops mid-sentence looking down at you resting against his chest.

You blink a few times before realising you are staring “Huh oh nothing.”

You focus back on the screen in front of you.

The climatic end of the film was approaching and the main lead were confessing their love and as the credits role you can here someone crying. You glance up and see Adam wiping away tears.

“You okay.” You sit up and reach for the tissues on the table to hand them to him.

“What!!! I’m fine. Of course I’m fiiiine. Shut up bitch.” He grabs the tissue box from you.

“If it helps I cried the first time I watched this movie.” You wrap the blankets tighter around yourself.

“I . . . ah . . shit.” He saw you curling further in on yourself. He feels guilt crawling into his stomach. “Sorry, I’m . . .Ugh. Look I’m bad at these feel your feelings crap that Charlie spouts. But it was a good film and yeah I cried but . . .”

“It don’t make you any less of a man.”

“Yeeeah I know. Of course I know. I’m the first man.”

“Huh back to that are we.” You bump shoulders with him, making him laugh.

He pulls you back into his side “So what are we watching now?”

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I really didn't mean for this to be as long as it was. I'm sorry

[lanawinterscigarettes]

OOPS my ask did go through omg 😭😭😭 it was the same thing so you don't have to answer it 😩 thank you!!!! I enjoyed the hcs so much...

a fun one i thought was a drabble/fic of rachel being extremely possessive and jealous so she doesn't just mark you with kisses but also writes that someone 🙂 is the property of miss rachel green

hehe thank u for indulging me - ✨️

you're very welcome! it makes me so happy to know you enjoyed it 🥰 I love all the requests you send in, so I really hope you like this one too 💕

Property of Rachel Green (Rachel Green x gn reader)

Warnings: jealous/possessive Rachel, not explicit smut but there's definitely suggestive elements involved, hickeys/marking kink

Rachel scowled as she watched you chat with one of your coworkers by the counter in Central Perk. She crossed her arms and slumped down further in her spot on the couch, trying to ignore the tight feeling of jealousy that was currently constricting her chest.

She made mocking mumbles under her breath at your coworker's responses whenever she heard them speak until Monica finally interjected. "If you're so upset by what's going on, why don't you go over there and do something about it?"

The blonde perked up at the idea immediately. "You know what, Mon, that's a great idea. I'm gonna go do just that." She got up from the couch, carefully smoothing out the fabric of her outfit and adjusting her hair until she heard Monica speak again. "Oh, for God's sake, Rachel, you look fine. Now, just go over there already."

Nodding at her words, she quickly made her way over to where you were still speaking with your coworker, someone who was absolutely gorgeous if Rachel did say so herself. Not quite as gorgeous as she was, naturally, but still, with you talking to them for so long she obviously had reason to be upset.

Much to her delight, you wrapped an arm around her waist immediately, tugging her in closer before turning to give her a kiss on the cheek. "Hi, honey," she cooed in delight at the show of affection, shooting your coworker a subtle nasty look.

"Hey, sweetheart. How's it going?" You seemed oblivious to what was going on, and it seemed to her as if you were completely unaware of the envy lurking just beneath her sickeningly sweet surface.

"Well, it's certainly going even better now that you're here." Her voice was a low purr when she spoke, and she punctuated her statement by leaning in to give you a kiss, which you accepted gladly. "I saved you a seat," she added while gesturing back to the couch behind her, a not-so-subtle way of stating that she didn't want you ignoring her any longer for some other random person, whether you worked with them or not.

You picked up what she was trying to get across immediately. "It was nice talking to you. I'll see you tomorrow," you politely excused yourself from the conversation before allowing your girlfriend to tug you back in the direction of the friend group's usual spot.

Despite knowing you were referring to when you'd see them at work the next day, Rachel still rolled her eyes at your words. See you tomorrow. Yeah, and when they did they were going to know even further you were already taken for, that much was sure.

She spent that entire night having round after round of sex with you. You weren't quite sure what had gotten into her that had her begging for more even after you'd already finished a round, but you weren't exactly complaining about it.

The next day, you struggled to find a shirt that had a collar high up enough that would help to hide all the hickeys she'd left behind on your neck. "Here, sweetie. Why don't you wear this one?" She suggested with a sweet smile.

Of course you took her advice, giving her an appreciative kiss as you went to go put it on. She smirked as she watched you, having spritzed the shirt with some of her perfume so you'd smell like her and be reminded of her all throughout the day (hopefully it would remind your coworkers of her, too, especially the one you bumped into at the coffee shop).

Stil unaware of her plan, you continued with getting ready for the day while she sat scheming. There had to be something else she could do to let them know that you were hers. And then it hit her.

The passionate kiss she pulled you in for right as you were about to leave was thankfully distracting enough for her to be able to tape a sign to your back without you knowing- not one that said "Kick Me", but one that had "Property of Rachel Green" written on it instead. She could only imagine the reactions your coworkers would have when they saw it.

And if you happened to return from work a teensy bit frustrated with her for putting it there in the first place, let's just say she already had a few plans on how to calm you back down again.

End notes: do I already have an idea for a part two for this? maybe 🤭

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[onceuponaoneshotfanfic]

Hey, I just read your Derry Girls 'your mum rang me' oliver wood one shot and was wondering if you could do like a weasley reader (maybe percys twin) and do the scene in last series in Derry Girls where erin and james kiss and Michelle is like 'this is incest!'

No problem if can't and sorry if I've spoiled!!! X

We're Not Related

Oliver Wood x Weasley!Reader 0.9k words Warnings: some kissing, potential Derry Girls spoilers Sorry this took so long! I've been in an absolute writing funk that I'm finally coming out of. Thank you for this request, I love getting to steal Derry Girls dialogue! I cackled writing this!

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Oliver gazed down with a smile. His girlfriend- Merlin, he really got to call her his girlfriend!- was laying on his bed reading a book. The quiet, private time together made faking sick and skipping a trip to Hogsmeade worth it.

A tiny, quiet part of Oliver felt kind of guilty. As much as he tried to deny it, deep down inside he really did consider Percy Weasley a friend. Probably his best friend, oddly enough. The three of them had hung out regularly since their second year, sometimes adding Penelope Clearwater to the mix. So going behind his back and dating his twin sister was…. not something Oliver felt great about. But he wasn’t ready for whatever fallout would follow Percy finding out about them.

Instead, he watched her, her Weasley-red hair splayed out beneath her, his heart full of the affection he’d been carrying for the past three months. As if she could feel the heat of his gaze, she looked up, scrunching her freckled nose.

“You’re staring at me,” she observed with a little hum.

“And?” Oliver replied, his soft smile morphing into a smirk.

She shrugged, putting down her book. “D’you need something?”

Oliver helped her sit up and pulled her close to himself. “Nah, got everything I need right here.”

It was a cheesy line. Incredibly lame. It should have made her roll her eyes. But because it was Oliver Wood who said it, gazing at her with those honey eyes, his arms doing that flexing thing that drove her mad, it actually worked. Before she knew it, she and Oliver were locked in an embrace, lips moving in sync, hands gripping tight to wherever they landed. Just as Oliver was gently pushing her back onto the bed, the door opened-

“Oh, you sick, sick bastards.”

Percy Weasley stood in the doorway, Honeydukes package in his hand, his face even paler than usual as his wide eyes surveyed the scene before him.

His twin sister sat up, fixing her hair. “Listen, Percy-”

“This is incest!” Percy sputtered, absently tossing the chocolates onto his own bed. Chocolates he had bought in hopes that it would cheer up his supposedly sick roommate.

His definitely-not-sick roommate made a face. “No, it’s not.”

Percy nodded. “Yes, it is, Oliver.”

“We’re not related,” Oliver pointed out, gesturing between himself and the girl who should absolutely not be in the boys’ dorm, let alone on Oliver’s bed.

“Oh, and that makes it okay, I suppose?” Percy had never felt this level of disgust and abhorrence, and maybe even a little betrayal.

His sister snorted. “Well, it makes it not incest,” she mumbled.

Percy was pacing the small room at this point, his face now beginning to redden and match his smattering of freckles. “Right. Okay. I’m going to give you the benefit of the doubt, and say that Oliver had a very nasty head injury from last night’s practice, and you-” He pointed to his sister. “-drank a botched batch of Amortentia, which has caused you to think that Wood here is an appropriate snogging partner.”

She huffed, now officially tired of her brother’s nonsense. “This is none of your business, Perce.”

The prefect’s face now matched his tie. “Oh, but it is, troll face.” His resorting to childhood insults was a sure sign of his anger. “It is very much my business. This can’t happen, okay? You two can’t get together because, putting aside the face that it makes me want to hurl, if you get together, you’ll break up, and then where does that leave me, Wood?” His gaze turned to Oliver, begging his roommate to understand. “You might be my best friend, but she’s my sister, and like it or not, I’ll have to stick with her. Don’t put me in that position.”

Oliver jumped off the bed and rushed to Percy’s side, placing a hand gently on the Weasley boy’s shoulder. “I’m your best friend, Weasley?” His honey eyes were wide, full of wonder.

“Of course,” Percy scoffed. “Aren’t I yours?”

For the first time, Oliver said the words every other Gryffindor already knew: “Yeah, you’re my best friend, Percy.”

The two boys stood, smiling at each other, relieved to finally admit their fondness for one another after years of grumbling whenever someone called them anything more than roommates.

The sound of someone clearing their throats brought them out of their tender moment.

“That’s great and all,” Percy’s sister- no, Oliver’s girlfriend- murmured. “But that doesn’t solve Percy’s… issue.”

Oliver’s cheeks reddened. “Right. Right.” He turned back to his best friend. “Listen, Weasley.” He straightened himself up. “I really like your sister. And we’ve been together three months now, and I’d like to keep seeing her. But I also don’t want to keep it secret from you anymore.” He shrugged. “I dunno. If you can’t trust your best friend to treat your sister right, who can ya trust?”

Percy narrowed his eyes a moment, turning over Oliver’s words in his mind. He had a point.

“You know if you hurt her, I know plenty of spells, right? And I’m not exactly going to punish myself for breaking any rules?”

Oliver nodded earnestly. “Yeah, yeah I know.” He gave Percy a small smack on the back. “We’re good then?”

With a sigh, Percy nodded. “We’re good.” He smiled at Oliver, the two of them officially lost in their own world.

Back on the bed, there came a small sigh. “Merlin, I wish we’d just kept this a secret.”

[boxfullaturtles]

Once upon a time, I had an idea for a Rise x FFXV fic. I'm not going to write it because I'm not THAT crazy, but here's a bit I wrote for it at the time because I still think about it sometimes.

Mostly for the silly hahas and the angst and how now everyone has to ride chocobos because the party no longer fits in the car lol.

Anyway, here's this. Uh, lead up? Someone was stealing supplies from the campsites while the Chocobros were out. Manage to track the thief down and it's two turtles? And one of them's really hurt? Would it be a lie to say stranger things have happened to these guys?

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“So, what are you guys anyway?” Prompto asks the question through a mouthful of meat, looking Mikey up and down with unashamed curiosity.

“Dude, really?” Noct elbows Prompto in the ribs, almost tipping him over, “They’re obviously turtles.”

“Hey!” Prompto aims a sloppy kick at Noct, missing by a mile, “I meant why are they turtles walking on two legs and talking!”

Ignis loudly clears his throat when Noct and Prompto start kicking at each other. They immediately settle down and tuck back into their dinner.

Mikey hides a laugh as he answers, “Weelllll, we’re mutants! We used to be regular turtles, but then we got combined with some ooze and human DNA and BAM! Instant mutant turtle, baby!” He shrugs at the blank looks he gets from the four humans, “It’s kind of a long story. And complicated.”

When he doesn’t continue, Prompto raises his eyebrows expectantly. But Mikey just takes another bite of food and doesn’t elaborate. Noct trades a glance with Gladio and then with Ignis. The crackling of the campfire fills the silence.

“You mentioned earlier,” Ignis finally tip-toes carefully into the awkward space, “That you believe you and your brother to be...lost?”

“Brothers,” Mikey corrects and it’s the most solemn he’s sounded all day. He lowers his fork so it rests absently on the edge of his plate, staring into the fire, “There’s four of us. Me, Leo and Donnie, and our big brother Raph. I don’t...I don’t know how we got here. It’s all messed up in my head, just confusion and light and…” He takes a deep breath, “I don’t know what happened. I just remember trying to grab onto my brothers but we all got ripped away from each other and then,” He shrugs absently, gaze distant, “I dunno, I woke up somewhere I didn’t know. Wandered around until I managed to find Leo.”

“Leo, he say how he got hurt?” Gladio asks, “It looks like a real nasty voretooth bite but—”

“Yeah, and how come you guys were in a cave instead of a Haven?” Prompto interrupts, “Can’t believe you weren’t attacked this whole time!”

Mikey blinks, “A Haven? What’s a Haven?”

“This is a Haven,” Ignis explains over Noct hissing things at Prompto, “They are safe places that protect travelers from the dangers of the night. Their blessing keeps evil at bay.”

“Oh,” Mikey looks down at the gently glowing runes beneath his feet. It’s darker now, the only remains of the sun a pale red stripe along the horizon, and they blue glow is brighter, clearer, “Huh.”

He’d felt something whenever he set foot on the runes, some kind of tingling warmth washing over him like a gentle tide. But he’d never lingered long enough to chase the feeling or find its source. He’s about to reach out to it with his Ninpō, just to see what would happen, when there comes a sound from the darkness beyond the Haven.

Something flares in the night, darker than black, a frothing void of pitch and foul tar. It yawns open, boiling at the edges as the world crumples to make way for it, and a grotesque creature unfolds from within it, spilling out into the night. It’s yards away, barely visible, but Mikey can just make out the writhing tentacles from the starlight alone.

His throat closes and he’s on his feet, his nunchaku in his hands. A terrified, dizzying nausea is making his gut churn, heart racing so hard its like it’s trying to tear from his chest. He swear he can feel the thing’s eyes on him in the dark, just at the edge of where the firelight can reach. Rage and terror boil inside him, his mind racing. Can he protect everyone here? Can he keep Leo safe? He doesn’t see a metal suit so maybe—

A hand presses on his shell and Mikey starts badly, nearly swinging his nunchaku up to hit whoever touched him.

Ignis doesn’t even flinch at Mikey’s aborted movement, just keeps a calm expression, patient as he looks out into the dark, “A mindflayer. Rather nasty foe and one I would not recommend facing alone.” He turns back to Mikey, keeping a steady hand on the curve of Mikey’s shell, “It’s quite all right, Michelangelo, daemons cannot come near Havens. As I said, they are warded against evil. For one to spawn so close is unusual, but it won’t be able to get any closer. There, see,” Ignis nods his head as indication, “It’s already drifting away.”

Mikey glances from Ignis back to the thing that had crawled into existence—the mindflayer. It’s no longer facing them, already disappearing into the shadows of the trees and fading out of sight. Mikey tries to steady his shaking breath and lets his arms fall to his sides, ends of his weapons knocking against his legs.

They’re safe here. They’re really, actually safe.

[sungbeam]

𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝

assassin(?)lee know x reader

0.9k words, angst/tension, whump/patching them up au (thus, descriptions of blood, stitching, injury), if ur squeamish about needles in skin then prob don't read, reader uses a claw clip, one (1) curse word, barely proofread as usual

Lee Minho knew he had to stop barging in like this, but his apartment was always so cold and quiet. Dressing his wounds and enduring the stinging bite of rubbing alcohol had become so dull and lonely when he was the one doing it. He hated the look on your face as you stood between his legs, though—hated the carefully blank expression on your face riddled with undertones of worry and anger and melancholy. 

But for one thing, it was something. And he would settle with something over nothing. 

"I have to put stitches—"

He gave a small nod. "I know." You opened your mouth to add something, but he cut you off, "I know it's gonna hurt a bit. I can handle it."

You looked like you were about to protest, but must have reconsidered, and only pursed your lips and shook your head. Tendrils of hair fell in your face, the little strands having fallen out of the claw clip you'd pinned the rest of your hair up with. His fingers ached to brush them out of your eyes, if only to see you better. 

"Fuck," he cursed under his breath as the needle pierced his skin and you suppressed your wince. His hand tightened against the bathroom sink next to where he sat on the lid of the toilet. 

Your head tilted slightly, as if silently saying told you so. 

He hated how you wouldn't say anything unless it was necessary. He didn't know what to speak to you about, though. Oh, hey. How was your night? How was mine? Oh, well, I got beat up a bit but I took care of them, don't worry. 

Like that would make you feel any better. 

His eyes remained pinned to your face, watching the pinch between your brows deepen as you carefully threaded the needle through his skin, tugging the opposing sides of the slice on his bicep closed. He had a feeling you wanted to make it hurt just a little as pay back, but he never felt more than what was necessary. (For some reason, that made him feel worse.)

A sigh fell from your lips after slicing the end of the thread and knotting it. Your fingers were stained red and brown from his blood, and a little bit had been smudged onto your cheek, too. 

Minho reached up with his good arm and gently cupped the side of your face, making you stop for a second. His thumb rubbed away the blood. "You had a little…"

"Yeah," you whispered, threading your needle with a new length of thread, "thanks."

Yeah, he screwed up badly. 

"This one's going at your brow bone," you told him, eyeing the nasty gash in the space above his well-sculpted eyebrow. 

He hummed. Right. The fucker who'd done that one in particular had received a matching slice. 

You stepped back in the space between his thighs, inching closer until you hovered over him. His eyes closed delicately as you tilted his chin upward, your warmth radiating in his vicinity, so close and present. His hands found your hips to ground himself, to anchor himself. Feeling you there just… kept him from slipping. 

When you'd finished with the couple of stitches there, he forced his hands to drop from your hips to let you wash your hands. 

"Why are you looking at me like that?" You asked. Bags hung beneath your eyes, face haggard and exhausted. He imagined he didn't look much better. 

How can I not look at you? Minho swallowed. "I'm sorry."

You walked back over to him, stood before him, and then braided your arms over your chest. There was a good amount of space between you two now; nothing like the brief intimacy of before when you had to be close in order to ten to him. "You don't have to be. I told you I would help you out."

"I know." It was one of the few times he took someone's offer to lend a hand seriously. And maybe that was because he wanted to be selfish for just once in his life. Minho braced his good hand against the counter next to him and stood, lucky enough to gain balance with the blood rushing to his head. 

You lurched to help him, warm hands around his waist and wrist. 

"I just…" Maybe there was something wrong with him. Well, there was definitely something wrong with him, but he couldn't imagine why he suddenly could not find the words to tell you how much he appreciated you. 

You were helping him into your bedroom and the smell of your shampoo filled his nose like chloroform lulling him to sleep. His head hit the pillow; you were tucking the blanket over his chest. (What had he done to deserve you?) "You're tired," your voice was small as you said this for him, like putting the words in his mouth. 

"You're not staying?" He croaked, watching your back turn to him and toward the door. 

God, his chest ached worse than all of the injuries he had accumulated tonight. The longing made his throat clog up, his brain muffle, his heart pound—it was the distorted sound of drums beating in his ears—or was that the blood?

Your hand lingered on the light switch. "Good night, Minho."

The light flickered off and the door was shut. He hadn't gotten the chance to say thank you.

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[just-a-sewer-goblin]

Maybe a vampire vi/jinx/caitlyn x fem! Reader? Your pick of who if that'd be alright

How about all of theeeeem?!!!!!! Like I said I won't write gay relationships, that includes lesbian relationships, sorry for not clearing up. But I think if I write the reader GN it will suffice? Sorry about that. I hope you still enjoy it in some way. Warnings: Blood, Blood sucking, hot blood sucking, a few punches (come on it's Vi what do you expect), some kisses

Vi

The first time you had ever caught her eye was during a brawl. You weren't the fighter type and it was painfully obvious from your wild swings and missed hits.

You weren't even able to keep up some sort of defence. When Vi had spotted the brawl she had sighed but upon seeing your hopeless position she had had to interfere.

"Hey assholes! How about you take on someone who can actually fight back?" She spit out onto the stone beneath her feet and readied her stance.

Upon glancing at her, the three dudes that had cornered you laughed.

"Awww, did yo mama come to pick you up?" They laughed at you and one shoved you so the other could kick you in the stomach.

You coughed violently and a bit of vomit escaped you.

"Hey you rats. I'm right here!" Vi had taken a hold on a rusty iron rod and violently swung it against the knee of one of them.

His scream made you flinch. Wide eyed you saw the girl punching out the lights of one of the two remaining men.

She took a punch to her head an shook it to regain her bearings. Then she kicked the last one down.

"Yeah, scramble off you filth." Her voice was venomous as she spoke to them and they grumbling took their leave.

As she turned to your still heaving form she frowned.

"Hey, I'm Vi. Are you okay?" She squatted down next to you. Your eyes were wide with fear. Maybe she would try to take your money too.

When she opened her palm towards you, you very cautiously took it. Immediately you winced and yanked your hand back. A big nasty cut had split open your palm and in your moment of awe you had forgotten.

As you looked into her eyes again something flashed dangerously in them.

"I would be careful with that sweetcheeks... Not everyone out here can stomach blood."

You eyes were transfixed on her teeth. Her canines looked awfully pointy and long. When she took a step forward, you took one back until your back hit the wall.

"You're a vampire.", you whispered.

You had heard of them before. Killing people,sucking them dry without mercy.

Vi held up her hands in surrender. "I won't hurt you. Let me take a look at that hand, please."

Shaking like a leaf you curled into yourself. Slowly oh so slowly she brought one hand onto your shoulder. She was warm, gentle.

"If you want, I can heal it, while having a taste."

Something must have posessed you, because you nodded once you saw her alluring grin. She took your hand gently into hers while caging you in with the other arm. Her gaze was molten lava on your skin.

Very carefully she brought your cut hand up to her lips. Then she pressed a kiss to your palm.

Now you were shuddering for a whole other reason. Her eyes locken onto yours and she gently licked your palm, sucking, kissing all the while.

Heat spred through your entire body and she hummed upon tasting you.

"You are awfully sweet. Maybe I should call you candy, since you taste like the sweetest thing I've ever had."

As she pressed a kiss to your wrist, a whimper escaped you. You face was burning up.

She lowered your hand again, which didn't hurt anymore and leaned in close. Her lips next to your ear.

"I wonder if you are this sweet everywhere."

Caitlyn

When you heard her frustrated groan you looked up from your reading place on her bed.

"What is it, Cat?"

She walked over and fell onto her bed next to you, face first.

"The blood bank has been robbed. Which means no dinner for me. Yey, lucky me. Just as I have been abstinent for one week."

Her voice was muffled but her words reached you very clearly. Oh shoot. You knew how much she hated drinking blood but even she needed to. And if she went without it long enough she wouldn't be able to control herself.

"What about your donors? Surely one can donate some?" Your worry bled into your voice.

She shook her head and turned to face you. "They are contacting all donors but until they have enough blood, for everyone who needs it, it will take at least another week. The first blood bags will go to those in most need. To the hospitals and orphanages. Everyone else should be able to get by for one week."

She was biting her lip, her pointy canines capturing your attention.

Now it was your turn to bite your lips. She needed the blood. The longest she had gone without had been a week and two days. She wouldn't be able to control herself for another week and if she did the pain would be immense.

You didn't want her in pain. Which led you to your next question. "Say, Cat, have you ever fed on someone directly?" You couldn't stop yourself from asking.

"No. Never. It's frowned upon in the circles my parents belong to. Only lower class vampires can't afford blood bags." She smiled. "I couldn't hurt anyone that way."

"What if someone were to offer it. Hypothetical of course."

Her eyes widened. She had cought on to the reason for your question. "I would decline, hypothetically of course."

You slid closer to her, wanted her to see how genuine you were. Your breath fanned her face and she gulped noticably. "And if that someone was a close friend of yours. And worried about your health and really really wanted you to feed on them... Only hypothetical."

Her gaze had turned hungry and she couldn't help it as she eyed your neck and the pulsing veins there.

"It would be a lot harder to decline. In theory."

You craned your neck, and fluttered your eyelashes. "Please Cat. Please. I'm worried for you. You need to stay healthy."

Another gulp. Her throat felt too dry. The hunger gnawing in her stomach made her question why she would ever decline something like that from you. The only person she had ever wanted to drink from.

She was above you in a flash, pinning your arms to the bed, sitting on your hips. "You are unfair. How can I say no when your blood sings out for me.", she practically whined.

You tilted your head to the side and looked up at her. "I trust you. I love you."

Her mouth was on your throat faster than you could blink. But she hadn't bitten you yet. With desperate puffs of air she mouthed along your throat, kissed your jawline and licked a stripe down the side of your neck till she got to the point where she could feel your quick pulse under her lips.

She pressed the softest of kisses there and goosebumps erupted all over your skin.

Then you felt the press of her teath and squeezed your eyes shut at the pain.

You felt her suck and knew, that you would carry a hickey as soon as she let go.

Tears escaped your eyes and you grit your teeth. She needed this to survive. You didn't want her to go hungry.

A sniffle escaped you and immediately she let go.

"Oh. Oh no. Oh Bunny. Look at me. I am so sorry."

She cradled your face between her hands and her brows furrowed in concern.

"This is why I don't feed directly."

"It's fine Cat. It just hurt a bit. But you are more important that a bit of pain. You know why?" Her reaction to your offer had made you bold. "The I love you wasn't only meant as a friend. Hypothetically."

She laughed at that. "I would say, that hypothetically speaking I return those feelings." She kissed your cheeks and the pucture wounds on your neck.

When you wrapped your arms around her and pulled her down she collapsed onto you. immediately snuggling her face into your neck.

"Thank you Bunny, that you did that for me."

"Always Cat. For your, always."

Jinx

You had known that a Vampire was after you the second you left the house. You had heard reports before and it almost made you laugh, how accurate the descriptions had been.

The shadows seemed just that little bit darker, while an eerie silence wrapped around you like thick fog. People and animals alike seemed to avoid you. You felt the hairs at your neck stand up.

Hell you knew what that all meant but why did no report mention how to behave in such a situation? What should you do? Scream for help? No one would listen. People in the Undercity rather looked away than getting involved. They would be happy that you were the one being killed, not them.

No one cared for some stranger like you were.

Finally you decided on the most stupid thing. You turned into a narrow alley and called out into the dark.

"Hello. I know you are there. Please come out and talk to me. I am scared of you."

You heard a person landing on the floor behind you and whipped around. Before you a skinny girl stood with the biggest bluest eyes you had ever seen. No way in hell, was she a vampire.

She curiously looked at you and stalked around you.

Okay, scratch that. She walked like an absolute predator.

Her voice was surprisingly rough when she finally started talking. "Noooooo.", she drawled out. "I didn't wanna hurt you. You look just so kind and I wanted a friend."

In the blink of an eye she was before you again and you flinched back. She tilted her head at that and laughed.

"Listen, the thing is I was abandoned time and time again. And I didn't want that to happen with you so I settled on just watching you instead of approaching. Do you get that?" She sounded almost nervous and you couldn't help but admire her long blue hair.

Weirdly enough, you did understand. Her childlike gaze made you relax your tense shoulders.

"You know, that stalking isn't exactly a good way of gaining friends. Like I said, you scared me."

She stood on her tiptoes and put her face as close to yours as she could. "Scared... as in past?"

Her nose almost brushed you jaw. Uncertainly you nodded and that seemed to please her.

"You just smell so deliciously. I couldn't help myself."

"Well, now I am scared again."

She laughed at that. "I won't hurt you. I would never hurt someone I love." Suddenly she whipped around and screamed into the alley. "No shut up, shut up. I wouldn't!"

As she looked at you again she seemed out of breath. "Sorry 'bout that. Sometimes they're mean to me."

You had furrowed your brows in concers. She was just another teenager who had been abused by the undercity. Her psyche wearing the damage like a badge of honor for everyone to see.

You exhaled, having made up your mind. What more could you loose than your life? Hell you certainly needed a friend as well. So what if she was crazy? That would only make things interesting.

"I believe you. You wouldn't hurt me intentionally. So how about we grab a bite somewhere and get to know each other?"

You looked at each other and suddenly broke out in laughter at your wording.

"You know, I could grab a bite right here." She giggled.

"Would you want to?", you asked, suddenly serious. And she stopped giggling her eyes as big as they could get.

"You would let me?", she breathed in disbelieve.

You nodded. "Why not? I mean if you wanted to seriously hurt me you would have already and I don't think the start to our friendship is in any way normal, so why not make it a bit more absurd?"

She grinned widely at that. "No, I won't take to much!", she suddenly said and looked around wildly.

Maybe she did scare you a bit. But you had always been way too trusting and kind. You felt your heart hurt for her.

Taking a slow step forward you enveloped her in a hug. "It's okay. You can feed. You must be hungry."

You felt something wet on you shoulder and she began to shake in your grip. "So hungry.", she whined.

She bit down on your neck without a warning and you groaned in pain.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.", she mumbled as well as she could. Her tears wet on your skin or maybe it was your blood running down your neck.

Finally she released you, her eyes shiny and big.

"I hurt you, didn't I? Now you are gonna leave me, hate me." She looked around wildly. " I know. I know. I shoudn't have!"

Her hand gripped her other arm and you saw her nails sinking in. "Please just let me be!!"

As softly as possible you took her face into your hands. "It's fine. It only hurt a bit. And it was worth it if it means you aren't hungry anymore."

Her gaze on you was almost reverent and her arms hang limply at her sides. "You mean that?"

You nodded. "I do. And now, that that's taken care of. I think it's time for introductions."

She repeated your name once you had introduced yourself and grinned. "I'm Jinx."

The following hug was long and needed.

You hugged her back as tightly as you could.

[bumblesimagines]

Green Thumb

Part 13

Request: Yes or No

~

You stared in awe as the jet flew into Wakanda. It had been even more beautiful in person. Most of the places you went to were cities. Wakanda had a lot of pretty views so you hoped you could at least stay for a day or two. You noticed the statue of a panther, humming softly before the city came into view.

"This place is gorgeous." Sam breathed out. You nodded, smiling softly.

"I bet you're more excited to see Bucky, huh?" Sam grinned, looking at you. You rolled your eyes, glancing at him and shrugging.

"So?"

"As long as he treats you right.. I won't fuck with him." Sam said, patting your shoulder. You shot him a look, raising your brows.

"Okay, I'll probably fuck with him a little." Sam winked, chuckling softly as the jet landed. You bit your bottom lip, trying to fight back a smile as you followed everyone off the jet. T'Challa and the Dora Milaje waited for everyone.

"Seems like I'm always thanking you for something." Steve said, shaking T'Challa's hand. Bruce cleared his throat, going to bow. You chuckled, shaking your head.

"We don't do that here." T'Challa said, waving him off. Bruce glanced at an amused Rhodes.

"How big of an assault are we expecting?" T'Challa asked, turning and walking towards the palace. Your gaze flickered around, looking for Bucky.

"Uh, sir, sir, a pretty big assault." Bruce responded. You met Wandas' teasing gaze, looking away with a soft huff.

"How we looking?" Natasha asked, glancing at T'Challa.

"We have my Kings Guard, the Border Tribe, the Dora Milaje, and..." T'Challa trailed off, motioning to Bucky. You smiled widely.

"A semi stable a hundred year old man." Bucky finished for him, smiling as he hugged Steve.

"I brought you a friend, Buck." Steve smiled, stepping aside. Buckys' smile widened when his gaze landed on you, arms opening. You walked forward, hugging him.

"Not the circumstances I expected but.. I'm glad to see you again." Bucky said softly, leaning back. You smiled up at him, feeling him gently touch your cheek with his new metal arm. Your gaze softened, gently leaning into his touch.

"Uhm.. When- When did this happen?" Bruce asked quietly.

"No clue." Rhodes answered, staring at you and Bucky. You stayed outside with Bucky and Sam, wanting to spend more time with him.

"I'll show you my place after all this. You'll be able to meet Aang and Korra in person." You giggled at Buckys' words, nodding. You had helped him name the goats he had bought after T'Challa got him a plot of land he could peacefully live in.

"We'll finally be able to watch the show together." You cooed, hand gently coming up to play with Buckys hair.

"Yeah, I can show you how to tend to the goats and you can help me start a nice garden." Bucky said softly. You raised your brows, grinning.

"Oh? So does that mean I'll be moving in with you?"

"Maybe.. If that's what you want, doll." Bucky replied, metal thumb gently rubbing your cheek.

"Yeah, I'd like that. You'll have to come with me to the family farm though. Everyones been dying to meet you." You told him softly. Bucky raised a brow.

"That's a first." He mumbled.

"So, are you two a thing or what?" Rhodes asked, motioning to you and Bucky. You looked at Bucky, waiting for him to answer though Bucky looked right back you. You stayed silent, head tilting slightly.

"Great answer, guys. Made me tear up a little." Sam said, watching you and Bucky. You rolled your eyes at him, feeling Bucky slither an arm around your waist, a cheeky smirk on his face.

"You two are big babies." You said, arms crossing. You looked up at the sky, frowning.

"Hey, guys?" The two looked up, seeing the chunk flying towards the city. Luckily, there was a barrier protecting the city.

"God, I love this place." Bucky whispered.

"(Y/N), come up. I'm gonna need you here protecting Vision." You heard Steve say, nodding. You licked your lips, hesitating before giving Buckys' cheek a quick peck. You quickly walked away, following one of the guards to where Vision was. You could hear Sam teasing Bucky through the earpiece, chuckling softly. You entered the room as the others left, glancing at Vision.

"You'll be okay." You said softly. Vision nodded, though he was unconvinced. You stood beside Wanda, watching from the window. Your brows furrowed when you noticed the millions of creatures running at the barrier. The first few died but some eventually made it in.

"I should be down there." You said softly. You turned your head when Shuri asked if T'Challa wanted to open the barrier. You swallowed, looking at Wanda.

"I'll be fine." Wanda said, giving you a nod. You turned, leaving the room. You quickly left the building, using wind to boost you into the air and towards the battle. You landed near Bucky, raised your hand and getting the stream of water to shoot forward, catching a bunch of aliens in it. You raised up the water, seeing the aliens trying to get out of the large bubble.

"Sam!"

"Got it!" You made the water let the aliens go, Sam shooting rockets at them and making them explode in the air. You moved your arm, moving it forward in a swinging motion and making the aliens infront of you fly back to the barrier, getting electrocuted and fried.

"Damn.." Bucky whispered. You grinned, shrugging lightly. You rose up into the air, hands moving in front of you and shooting out fire at the ones entering through the part of the barrier that was open. A spear like weapon came flying at you so you dodged it, only for it to come fly back and hit you. You got electrocuted, losing focus and falling to the ground.

"Fuck, that's gonna leave a bruise." You groaned, sitting up and rubbing your shoulder.

"You okay?" Bucky and Sam asked simultaneously.

"Yeah, I guess. Surprised my shoulder didn't get dislocated cause of that alien bitch."

"Woah, (Y/N)." Sam chuckled, shooting at some aliens.

"What? She threw that spear shit at me. She kind of deserves it." You noticed the aliens rushing towards you, bringing your hand up and above you. The ground below you broke off and rose, making you sigh in relief.

"Sam!" You shouted when he was knocked down by an alien. You lifted him up with air, glancing at Bucky. Sam was able to fly again so you focused on Bucky, bringing him to you.

"You okay?" You asked softly.

"Thanks for asking, (Y/N). I'm doing amazing." Sam said sarcastically as he flew by. Bucky rolled his eyes, panting softly. He had a scratch on his cheek.

"Kiss it better?" Bucky breathed out, head tilting.

"Not very hygienic." You replied, chuckling softly. You plucked a flower from the hovering chunk, resting it against Buckys cheek. It withered as the scratch healed.

"Thanks, doll." Bucky breathed out, picking up his gun and pointing it forward. You shielded your eyes when a beam shot from the sky, an axe flying out and hitting the aliens. When the beam went away, you spotted Thor. Thor and his two odd looking friends charged forward, attacking every alien in sight.

"Hop off, Bucky." You said, watching him nod and jump off. You let the chunk of ground drop on the aliens below you, cringing at the guys and blood the spewed out.

"That's nasty." You muttered, turning to face the others. You focused on a group of aliens attacking some Wakandans, one hand rising and using the air to make the Wakandans rise before the other hand moved to open up the ground beneath the aliens. You made the ground close again, safely placing them down. You felt the ground begin to tremble, seeing the trees being knocked down. Something rose from the ground.

"What the hell is that?" You watched it, noticing it looked like wheels with spikes. More rose up, taking out both aliens and people. Wanda flew down, saving Natasha and Okoye. You focused on one, making large roots fly up, raising the machine and wrapping around it until it was crushed completely.

"Guys, we have a Vision situation." Sam called.

"Someone go help Vision!" Steve said, punching an alien.

"I got him!"

"On my way-" You heard Wanda cry out, turning and seeing her rolling down at small hill. Natasha and Okoye were there so you weren't too concerned.

"I'll go too." You called, rising up and following Bruce to the small wooded area. Bruce took care of the big guy so you focused on the other guy.

"Nice seeing you here again, asshole." You mumbled as you landed. The alien sneered, glaring at you. He ran forward, swinging a staff around. You raised your hand, blasting him back with fire. You heard Bruce trying to get Hulk to help but it was useless.

"Useless without your powers, huh?" The alien stood.

"Yeah, I've heard enough of that in movies. I'm happy using my powers to kick your ass." You shrugged. He scowled, charging forward again. You let him get close, grabbing his staff thing when he swung it and grabbing him by the throat with a burning half. You could feel and hear his skin sizzling, staring into his eyes as he groaned. You cried out when something stabbed your thigh, letting him go briefly. He took the opportunity to knock you onto the around. He raised his weapon but Vision quickly threw him back.

"Are you alright, (Y/N)?" Vision asked. You slowly sat up, grabbing the handle of the dagger.

"Well, I just got stabbed but other than that, I'm pretty good." You breathed out, pulling the dagger out. Blood quickly spilled out of the open wound but stopped once you began healing yourself. You looked up, seeing Vision being tossed to the ground. Steve came running at the alien, shoving him back. You stood up, slightly limping towards Vision and helping him up.

"You can't fully heal yourself, can you?" Vision looked at you in concern.

"I'll be fine." You assured him softly, looking over at Steve. You thrusted your hand forward, making a root impale the aliens head.

"Thanks."

"No problem, Cap."

~

Tags: @geek-and-proud

[fruitcoops]

Remus gets injured in a game. I have literally read everything you have written but i'm not sure if you have wrote one like this. If you have, ANOTHER PLZZ

Hello anon! I wove this together with a couple different prompts, listed below:

1. Coops argument

2. Prompt 21: “You need to eat something”

3. Remus gets in a fight with Snape

4. Protective Sirius

5. Coops going home grumpy after losing a game (see link)

Sweater Weather credit goes to @lumosinlove! TW for fights, blood, bruises, arguments, and someone getting called a wh*re

Snape’s cheek gave easily beneath Remus’ fist, which was a tad bit surprising. He wrapped his other hand in the neckline of his jersey, yanking him back in to land another punch to the side of his head—that would leave a nasty bruise in the morning. Stars sparkled in his vision as Snape got a lucky shot in and he doubled down, ignoring the thin line of pain that trickled down his chin.

“Break it up, boys, that’s enough!” The referee’s whistle blew as he and another pried Remus’ hands off Snape’s jersey; someone took him by the shoulders and pushed him away from the fight. Pots.

“Say it again!” Remus shouted at Snape as the refs and their teammates continued pulling them apart. “Say it again and I’ll knock your fucking teeth in!”

James’ hold on him faltered for a second as another person skated over and tried to join the melee. “Cap, no!”

“Move, Pots.”

“Loops won the fight, it’s done. Let’s just keep playing.” James shoved both their chests hard enough to send them back a few inches, but Remus’ blood boiled as he ground his mouthguard between his teeth. He glanced up at the clock—3:16 left in the third, Snakes up by two. Their win was almost guaranteed and Snape was still pulling this bullshit.

He skated quickly over to the bench and mumbled his thanks to Hestia as she pressed some gauze to his lip and ice to his cheek. “Lupin, you’re in for the rest of the game,” Coach Weasley said, tapping him on the arm with his playboard. “Anything broken?”

“No, Coach.”

“Then get your ass back out on the ice and score some points. We need some speed.”

He could feel the fury rolling off Sirius as they wove through the Snakes’ defense, shooting again and again to no avail. Frustration built up in every nerve—he was worried about the win, of course, but mostly he was pissed. Pissed at Snape, pissed at James for pushing him, and pissed at Sirius for butting into the fight.

Remus scored a final goal just as the buzzer sounded. Hissing filled the stadium, even though it was a home game. Snape smirked at him as he skated past and the only thing keeping him from dragging him right back in by his greasy hair was the possible suspension.

The shower was cold, because of course the fucking shower was cold. Remus shoved his stuff in his duffel and waited outside the locker room, silently fist bumping the guys as they left. God, he hated losing games. It was inevitable, but it always felt shitty.

“How’s the lip?” Sirius asked when he finally came out, bag slung over his shoulder.

“Fine. What the fuck was that?”

“What was what?”

“You butted into my fight. Nobody asked you to.”

Sirius’ eyebrows rose. “Re, he called you—”

“Yeah, I know what he called me,” Remus snapped, practically slamming the door to the parking lot closed. “I was there.”

The only reason you’re on this team is because you’re the captain’s whore, Snape had sneered. He bit the inside of his cheek as his anger flared at the memory. “I was just trying to help,” Sirius grumbled.

“Well, you didn’t. You proved his fucking point.”

“I didn’t prove shit!” Sirius scoffed as they got in the car. Immediately, Remus felt claustrophobic.

“I had it handled, Sirius!”

“You’re still bleeding!”

Remus ran his tongue along his lip—sure enough, the salty tang of blood filled his mouth. He swore under his breath and held his sleeve to his lip; his cheekbone throbbed and he knew it would be swollen in mere hours.

“Here.”

“I don’t need that.”

“You’d rather stain your sleeve than accept a tissue from me?”

“It’s a black sweatshirt, it’s fine.” Sirius muttered something. “Care to share with the class?”

Sirius sighed as he turned off the freeway. “I said it was your idea to keep these here in the first place. I don’t know why you’re being all pissy with me. We’ve lost games before.”

“I’m pissed because you don’t think I can handle myself in a fight.”

Sirius took his eyes off the road for a half second in shock. “Excuse me? Why do you think that?”

“I just told you!” Remus said, exasperated. “Snape was being a dick, so I punched him. I didn’t need your hero complex to swoop in and save the day.”

“Re, I didn’t even get a hand on him. Pots—”

“Oh, I’m pissed at him as well,” Remus snorted, staring out the passenger window at the blurry lights against the dark. “If someone calls me a whore, I’d rather get the message across that they can’t do it again.”

“Would you rather have gotten a penalty?”

“Yes.”

“That is unbelievably selfish.”

Remus laughed without humor. “Y’know, it’s really funny that you’ve never had this conversation with Logan, the king of the penalty box. Is it because he’s not a delicate flower like me?”

“Wh—” Sirius clenched his jaw and took a deep breath. “I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about, Remus. I have never seen you as a—a delicate flower. For your information, I have chewed Logan out on multiple occasions.”

Remus gritted his teeth and trained his gaze firmly out the window. He heard Sirius sigh next to him and it took every ounce of willpower to keep his composure. The next ten minutes were dead silent and deeply uncomfortable, which was a rarity with them; even after losses, they would talk through the errors or try to lighten the mood.

Both of them closed their doors a little harder than necessary when they got to the house and Hattie trotted over hesitantly when they came inside. “Hey, Hatters,” Remus murmured, crouching down to her level and holding a hand out. She licked his cheek and let him bury his face in her thick fur—Sirius scratched her ears as he walked past. “Did you have a good time while we were out? Huh, baby girl?” He looked up and saw the tail end of Sirius’ eye roll. “What?”

“Nothing.”

“Don’t bullshit me, Sirius, it doesn’t work. I’m giving the dog a hug because I’m still pissed at you.”

“There is literally no good reason for you to be pissed at me!” Sirius finally said, tossing his keys into the bowl by the door. “Holy shit, Re, I don’t even think you’re mad at me!”

“Oh, yeah? Then who am I mad at, oh great and wise captain?” Remus practically spat, shouldering past him into the kitchen and wrenching a cabinet open. “Please enlighten me.”

“I wish I knew!”

Remus slammed the bread down on the counter and glared at him. “Then maybe you should shut the fuck up if you don’t have anything to support your claim.”

“Acting like this is a goddamn debate club isn’t helping. Your lip is bleeding again.”

“Fuck.” Remus ripped a paper towel off the roll and dampened it, holding it to his lip with a wince. Sirius opened the freezer and dug around for a moment with another paper towel. “I don’t remember you getting hit.”

“This is for you, you stubborn fucker,” Sirius said as he walked over and pressed it gently to the side of Remus’ face. “Better?”

“…a bit.”

The tension on Sirius’ face began to fade; he just looked concerned as he pulled the ice away and checked the bruise. “Your eye might swell.”

“Yeah.”

“Do you actually want to talk now, or should we yell a little more?”

Remus sighed and felt his anger abate. He was beyond exhausted, and still upset, but having Sirius nearby was like balm on a burn. “I don’t know.”

“I’m going to make some sandwiches. Hold this.” Sirius tapped the ice towel and moved to the abandoned loaf, grabbing some peanut butter and jelly as he went.

“I’m not hungry.”

“You need to eat something.”

“I’m fine.”

Sirius glanced over his shoulder and gave him a look. “I know you, Re. You’re not going to feel better unless you get some food, and neither will I.”

“I hate it when you’re reasonable.”

“No, you don’t.”

Remus’ lack of response was enough of an answer. The pain stretched to his forehead and he grimaced, prodding his lip cautiously. Sirius whistled for Hattie and spread the leftover peanut butter from the knife onto a clean spoon, holding it down for her to lick. A smile tugged the corner of Remus’ mouth. “Cute.”

“I can be cute on occasion.”

“You’re always cute.” There was a beat of quiet. “I’m sorry.”

“You’re forgiven. I’m sorry for yelling.”

“Not for interrupting the fight?”

“Nope.”

“That’s fair.” Something tickled at the back of Remus’ throat. “I fucking hate Snape.”

“Me, too.”

“Surprisingly enough, it feels pretty shitty to be called a whore. Who would’ve thought?”

Sirius turned and faced him, sleeves rolled to his elbows. His eyes were soft. “You know that’s not true, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Remus. What he said wasn’t true. You have nothing to prove to anyone on the team, least of all to me. You earned that spot on the roster fair and square, and Snape’s just freaked out because there’s another player who could grind him into the dust without breaking a sweat.” He stepped closer and leaned on the counter next to Remus, leaving a few inches between them. “I don’t think you’re a whore, if that means anything.”

Remus laughed softly. “Of all the people out there, I think you’re the only one who could reliably make that assumption.”

Sirius didn’t smile. “You’re my best friend and also my fiancé. The sex is a great bonus, but my favorite part of being with you is just being with you.”

“That doesn’t make any sense,” Remus muttered, though the sharp edges began to smooth in his gut. He closed the distance between them and laid his head on Sirius’ shoulder. “Love you.”

“I love you, too. Can I take a look at your lip?”

“Sure.” Remus peeled the towel away and Sirius bent slightly, poking the area around it. “Ouch.”

“That’ll probably take a week or so to heal. He got you good.”

Remus pouted. “No kisses for a week?”

Sirius did laugh that time, bright and sunny enough that Remus nearly made his lip bleed again with the answering smile. “I said nothing about no kisses.” Warm lips trailed from his unbruised cheekbone to the edge of his mouth, leaving tiny tingles in their wake.

“I really am sorry about what I said. You were right, I wasn’t angry with you, and I had no right to go off like that.”

Sirius shrugged. “It happens.”

“It shouldn’t.”

“Then let’s agree to talk first, bite heads off later, okay?” He held his pinky out and Remus linked it with his own, kissing it quickly.

“Deal. Are the sandwiches done? I’m starving.”

Wordlessly, Sirius handed him a sandwich and hopped up to sit on the counter, scooting over to make room for Remus to join him. They ate quietly, swinging their legs as the calmness of the kitchen crept back in once more.

[im-pok]

Just for fun (and to make these easier to find) I have made a compilation of JSRF quotes!

I did find the quotes from this video by RisingSonic17 on YouTube. I do suggest watching it as it gives more context to the lines:

Keep in mind that some interactions may be missing, as I have never played JSRF and may be unaware of some interactions. Characters and their quotes appear in chronological order according to the video.

Corn:

"This is the GG's Garage. Hey, where's our pizza? Huh? You're not the pizza guy? Oh, you're here to join the GG's, eh? Heh... Tell you what. Find Gum. She's the one you wanna talk to. Just get close to her and pull the 'Right Trigger'. Got it?"

"Why don't you talk to her now?"

"Now, just 'cause you're new don't mean you can act like a big baby. The police are tightening up here, especially since the Rokkaku took over the police force. I know we look crazy 'n all, but even we know to pick our fights. So don't mess things up for the rest of us, got it?"

"Roboy's training changes as your skill level changes, so be on the lookout."

"I had a feeling Poison Jam would have their hideout in the sewers beneath Rokkaku-dai Heights. This is it... looks like the time to throw down has finally come."

"Man, those Poison Jam freaks are out of control. I say we start on Chuo Street and cover everything to Rokkaku-dai Heights and 99th Street in our graffiti. Chuo Street is probably the best place to start."

"Roboy told you, right? If you find a Mystery Tape, you gotta check the GG-notebook. It'll tell you where to find the Graffiti Souls in the area."

"Where the hell is Yoyo? Maybe he freaked out and skipped town? I'm sure he's alright. But we gotta take care of those Immortals. They've been walkin' around like they own the place. We gotta go and cover up all their graffiti."

"I'll send those Immortals back to the grave as many times as I need to!"

"We'll stop those Noise Tanks!"

Gum:

"Poison Jam knows something about Yoyo. I know they do."

"Damn! Punk, I'll get you for that!"

"The fortified residential zone... that's deep in the ghetto. And it could be the fake one again..."

"Here they come. The crazies from the Golden Rhinos. Concentrate, and watch your back. These guys ain't no joke."

"We gotta protect the streets. That's not a choice. We can't let these fools just waltz in and take over."

"The real enemy is your own fear. Remember that."

"So you're the cat that wants to join us, huh? I don't know where you're from, but the streets are tough. Real tough. Let's see what you're made of. We'll start you off nice and slow. Let's see how much air you can grab. Press the "A Button" to jump."

"Dogenzaka Hill is GG territory. I heard there's some headphone wearin' freak creepin' up here. If I could just find him, I'd show him what's up...."

"You can do it, can't you?"

"There are a couple of places in Shibuya Terminal where you can get on the roof of some buildings. You can get there by jumping from a Grind. You should check it out. Who knows what you'll find up there? When you're looking for something, the best place to start is the Map. You can see it by pressing the START button."

"The area of 99th Street is built around a tower that has a bunch of places to Grind. Definitely check that place out. There are also telephone poles to Grind and billboards to Wallride... the most important thing is to just try everything out. Oh, and don't forget to check the map by pressing the START button. That should give you some helpful hints"

"We actually found Roboy in a dumpster. Corn fixed him up real nice."

"I've been lost in the severs before. Its kinda crazy in there, but as long as you keep moving up, you'll be ok."

"Yoyo just can't chill and stay out, can he? He'll be back soon, I'm sure. I heard the Immortals hang out in the skyscraper district or something..."

"Actually, they say Roboy is actually a Noise Tank prototype. Don't tell him that though, ok? We don't wanna make him cry or nothin'. In any case, we're gonna get those damn Noise Tanks."

Yoyo:

"Those tracks should connect Sky Dinosaurian Square to the edge of the skyscraper district..."

"I hear that Poison Jam's woman leader has been showin' her face in town."

"Man, the Rhinos gotta be pissed off!"

"Shibuya Terminal is in a state of panic. I really wanna stay out of this, but we gotta go over there and take care of business."

"Don't use your eyes. Just try to feel it, ya know?"

"Graffiti has the power to wake up the energy that's asleep in the streets of Tokyo. The Rokkaku Group... the police... they don't know what's up. So let's just cover this whole place in art, yo."

"Yo, you know that dude Hayashi from the Rokkaku police force? That guy is one messed up dude. He's a complete psycho. Watch out for him."

"I heard through the grapevine that some weird-lookin' girl's been hangin' out at Rokkaku-dai Heights."

"So you think Poison Jam is after us?"

"We gotta get the Doganzaka Hill goddess statue that Poison Jam took. We better hurry, or things are gonna get real ugly."

Beat:

"Anything go down while I was gone?"

"I've always thought that thing in Shibuya Terminal was nasty lookin' anyway! Let's do a little redecoration."

"Sometimes, you just gotta get moving or else nothin's gonna get done, yo.

"Hey, I've heard of you. You're one of the GG's, huh? Tell you what... I'll race you. If I can beat you in a race around Doganzaka Hill, then this place belongs to me. Got it?"

"Hope you won't regret that."

"Shibuya Terminal? Now that you mention it, there was this huge guy wandering around there... And fishy graffiti? That sounds familiar, but I didn't really look close enough to see if the graffiti that the fool was paintin' actually looked like a fish or nothin'."

"Hey. Is it true Poison Jam used to cause trouble in Chuo Street under a different name?"

"Rapid 99 of 99th Street. They don't show their faces in public very often. Some say Rapid 99 and Poison Jam are sworn enemies because something big went down a while back. I don't know the details, though. A friend of mine told me that the girls in Rapid 99 are real lookers. I just think he was too scared of 'em to say otherwise. In any case, it ain't gonna be easy to find 'em."

"You meet Rapid 99 yet?"

"Noise Tanks? Never heard of 'em. But we gotta find Yoyo. I'll go through the sewers and check out Kiboganoka Hill."

"Those Immortals really get on my nerves..."

"Crazy stuff is going down all over town! Looks like it's time for a little clean up... GG's style!"

Combo:

"Time to get serious."

"This kid's kinda funny."

"This time we should be able to tell if it's the real one or the fake Yoyo just by talkin' to him, right?"

"That crazy guy?! What're you talkin' about? He looks nothing like me. Besides, we don't got time to deal with that fool. Remember? The Golden Rhinos??"

"Well, they told us to come. Don't look like we got any choice."

"There are some things that you can only feel when you're out in the streets, you know?"

"What's this?! Who's been sprayin' these ugly tags on my turf?! Hmph. I'm guessin' it was you... Its on! If you loose, you're gonna be answerin' to me from now on, punk!"

"You think you can do this too? Let's see it!"

"Man, you're not all that. Here, I'll show you one more time."

"The deep end of the sewers is closed off because it's contaminated. At least, that's what I heard..."

"Hey, why you gotta go out and get a dog?! There's only one thing I hate more than dogs, and that's goldfish."

"I heard Rapid 99 used to run under a leader named Cube..."

"Thing that ticks me off most is, the Immortals ain't worth all this talk and trouble. I wonder if they got somethin' to do with Yoyo's disappearance?"

"There's a bunch of real big guys with real big attitudes causin' a big scene over on Highway Zero. Maybe they might know something about the Noise Tanks. Man, where the hell is Yoyo?!"

Rynth:

"What is UP with Yoyo, anyway?!"

"Hey, Graffiti Souls are a big commodity, right?"

"I don't care if it's a golden rhino or a blue hippo, I'll send 'em right back to the zoo where they belong."

"What's their master plan? I mean, the Golden Rhinos don't seem like their just out here to run the streets, you know what I'm sayin'?" (This quote was spelled like this in game. From my knowledge it should be "they're just out here...")

"Here comes Gouji. Let's end this."

"Did you get all the Graffiti Souls? We still got a full laundry list of things to take care of, you know."

"Hehehe... So this is your hideout."

"Poison Jam are... kinda cute!"

"Is it just me, or does Captain Hayashi not look like he eats his breakfast?"

Poison Jam:

"I don't think Yoyo's that kind of a person."

"I think hes hiding something."

"This feels like a trap. Be careful."

"Someone's after DJ-K?! You sure about that?!"

"Gouji Rokkaku is kinda interesting. But, I think he went a little too far this time..."

"I love everything about Tokyo... even the things I hate."

"Hur hur hur. You want to get rid of us, don't you? Nothing in life is free. You gotta work for it. Beat us in this race and we won't mess with you anymore."

"Har har har!! I told ya'll you were a bunch of wussies!"

Rapid 99:

"ghahah! Next thing you know, you will be all crying like a baby."

"If you can win a flag battle against us, I'll tell you where Poison Jam' s hideout is."

"Suit yourself."

Garam:

"I won't hold back."

"Hey. Keep it real."

"There's this lightning-quick girl over at Kiboganoka Hill. Dunno if she's still there. But man, I gotta say, I'm really trippin' out over Yoyo missin' and all."

"When it comes down to it, the Immortals are just dried up mummies, man. I bet they all nasty under those bandages."

Boogie:

"The Noise Tanks might look strong, but they're like cheap action figures! Just run into them and they fall apart! Oh yeah, that girl from the stadium... I heard she's been lookin' for us. You seen her yet?"

"Aww man..."

"The fortified residential zone... it's directly attached to the underground sewers. Man. I don't like that place at all."

"Is that dude in black even human? My heart's pounding... I don't know why."

"You're never as good as you can be! Don't slack off!"

"Y'all are crazy!"

Jazz:

"This doesn't look good."

"Alright. Stay cool."

"Yeah.... we were a little too laid back this time, I think."

"The fortified residential zone... hey, why don't we pick numbers to decide who goes?"

"It's about time the Rhinos brought things up a notch. We better be ready to get real serious too."

"What the hell IS that big thing, anyway? But, you better watch out for that fool in black..."

"If you get a "Jet" in the Trials, you can even use people who aren't here to take out into the streets."

"You're one of the GG's, right? Then tell this fool that they got the wrong girl! They think I'm one of you guys! So, they dragged me out here and looked what's happened to me!!"

"Hurry up! Tell him that I'm not a GG!!"

Noise Tanks:

"Hey, you're that GG that helped me out! Thanks for that man. Say... there's something that I've been wondering since then. You wanna find out who's the fastest? I KNOW I can beat you. Let's give it a shot!"

"Alright. Fine. See ya."

"I'll get 'em good no matter what!"

"The more worked up we get about this, the harder it'll be to find what we're lookin' for."

"There's somethin' not right about the way the Golden Rhino's are actin'."

"Why are those Golden Rhinos going after the Radio station? Well, make sure to be on the lookout for Captain Psychopath."

"We gotta save DJ-K! I can't stand listening to this music anymore!"

"If this town could talk, what poetry it would speak..."

"Ready?"

"Practice all you want, it will not make a difference."

"It is not over yet. Prepare yourselves."

"Heh... Go on. Fight!"

"Are you ready?"

Special interactions:

"Sometimes it just doesn't matter how much you practice."

Slate:

"Dude. I'm bored. Entertain me."

"Hmph. What a bore."

"My sources tell me that the Noise Tanks and the Rokkaku Group are in this together. Be careful."

"So is that Clutch guy in with Rokkaku too? Or is he just a little punk?"

"I'm about ready."

"The Golden Rhinos are really startin' to get on my nerves..."

"I got better things to do than play house with Gouji Rokkaku, but man, that big ugly thing has GOT to go."

"Graffiti Souls' sole purpose is to be sought out."

Clutch:

"You're looking for that kid, Yoyo, right? Tell ya what, if you go out and get some Graffiti Soul points... Hey! Wait a sec, you've already got quite a few. Lemme see those... Sucka! Thanks for the Graffiti Souls! See ya around!"

"Hah, hah! I look forward to it!"

"I dunno, but I just don't get what's going on here. Heh..."

"This Gouji Rokkaku dude is pretty funny!"

"Haaaahaha! Tokyo ain't half bad!"

Cube:

"If you can beat me at my own game, I'll leave you alone."

"Suit yourself."

"The fortified residential zone... Unless you're absolutely sure of your skills, you should stay away from that place."

"I've dealt with the Golden Rhinos once before. If you don't take them seriously, you're as good as dead."

"I can't stand even looking at that thing. Its just so... so... damn ugly!"

"Yeah. You just have to try everything with an open mind."

Beat to Corn:

"So you're the leader of the GG's? Heh... How's this sound? If I beat you in a race around Doganzaka Hill, you and your buddies have to answer to me from now on. If you beat me... well, we'll just see when it happens."

"Huuuh? You're so boooring..."

Talking to Beat in the garage before fighting the police:

"Anyway, I'm ready to rock. But what's up with that pooch, eh? Where did ya pick him up? You sure that's not the leader in disguise? Heh heh. Its only a matter of time before I become the leader of the GG's anyway."

Combo to Gum:

"What's this?! Who's been sprayin' these ugly tags on my turf?! Hmph. Was it you, princess? You've been a bad, bad girl. You've better hit me with everything you've got, 'cause I ain't gonna hold back just because you're a girl!!"

"The cue tone get you all jumpy?"

"You liked that, eh? I'll do it again for you."

Yoyo to Rynth:

"You're... like... you know... yo."

"Where'd you come from?"

Gum to Rynth:

Rynth to Beat:

"Cool. Welcome aboard."

"You kinda... smell weird."

Garam to Boogie:

"Hey. I'm next in command around here, little lady. The name's Garam,"

Combo to Boogie:

"This group is growing bigger every day. Fool just dig me, I guess."

Gum to Boogie:

"So you're the one from Kiboganoka Hill, huh? Well, this is the GG's. What you see is what you get. Just be yourself, you'll be cool."

Garam to Jazz:

"Well, um... I... uh... be cool."

"That freak who's been making all those weird tags... you think he's connected with the Golden Rhinos somehow?"

Boogie to Garam:

"Alright. Stay cool."

Jazz to Garam:

"I feel ya, but I think you should try to chill a bit. Keep it together."

Corn to Clutch:

"What a fool. But the fortified residential zone... that's deep in the ghetto. And it could be the fake one again..."

Jazz to Clutch:

"Don't push your luck."

Beat to Clutch:

"You just wanted some attention from us, right? Aww..."

Combo to Clutch:

"Man, you're such a jerk I almost like you."

Garam to Clutch:

"One of these days, I'll get you one-on-one! Just you and me, fool!"

Boogie to Clutch:

"Fine. I'll let you off just this once."

Slate to Clutch:

"Heh... Stay outta trouble."

Corn to Yoyo:

"Long time no see, bro."

Clutch to Yoyo:

"So you're that Yoyo guy, huh? Heh..."

Jazz to Yoyo:

"So, you're the real deal, huh? 'Sup. I'm Jazz."

Combo to Yoyo:

"You gonna go and try to get back into shape, huh?'

Garam to Yoyo:

"Heh... I caused enough havoc for the both of us while you were gone, bro."

Rynth to Yoyo:

"The most unbelievable stuff was happening while you were gone! Hehehe..."

Yoyo to Slate:

"Hey, sorry about all that, yo. My bad. But thanks to those fools, I'm all out of shape now. Maybe I'll go out and cause a little havoc to warm up, yo."

Yoyo to Jazz:

"Man, things have sure gotten busier sice I was last here?"

Gum to Beat:

"That fool dressed in black who's been hanging around Chuo Street... now that I think about it, you guys kinda look alike."

Clutch to Beat:

"In times like this, you won't fall as long as you look where you're going. Heh heh."

Garam to Beat:

"Hey, you know that guy everyone's been saying looks like you? Well, is it you?"

There is some cutscene dialogue missing from these lines. If I can find all the cutscenes, then I'll be sure to add them.

[angstyaches]

hey em here

'did that sound come from your stomach?', 'I think I'm going to be sick' and 'can you make it to the toilet?' for sick charlie with caretaker shayne?? we all know I just love them wayy too much lol

My lovely Em, thank you for choosing these three beautiful lines and requesting these boys! I hope I did it justice, and that you don’t mind the alcohol aspect.

 A/N 1: I know my last update was plot-related, so please think of this as happening at a different time to all of the Ouija board drama (possibly after). I just wanted to write something light and fluffy for these two since they’re going through so much crap right now. Shayne even makes a stupid dad joke. I hope you guys enjoy it!

CW: alcohol, nausea, emeto, language, Feelings.

A/N 2: Please drink responsibly! I have had a nasty relationship with alcohol in real life, and it’s just not worth all the pain it causes. Also, in the country where I grew up, the legal drinking age is 18, so it’s the same in StW. 

 ___

Back when he’d first laid eyes on the Mulberry house, the first thing Charlie had gotten excited about was the fact that it had a patio, paved with smooth concrete slabs and surrounded by a wooden railing overlooking the rest of the garden. He could instantly picture himself having his first alcoholic drink out there, either at sunset or under the stars; realistically with his parents, but ideally with a friend, if he ever managed to make one.

Admittedly, this wasn’t exactly what he’d pictured. For starters, there was no furniture on the patio; his parents had never gotten around to buying any, and probably wouldn’t, now that the house was on the market again. 

On top of that, the only alcohol in the house was a sketchy bottle of whisky his dad had received as a gift and forgotten about, and he didn’t even have the proper glasses to make it feel sophisticated. But now that his days living there were numbered, Charlie didn’t know how long he had to tick it off his bucket list.

He also hadn’t expected to make a friend; and he certainly hadn’t expected that friend to be someone like the guy in leather and Doc Martens that was lying next to him on the concrete slabs.

Charlie folded one ankle over the other in his blue and white Converse, inching them a little closer to Shayne’s. For a second, he almost forgot that their legs were upside down, stretched up so that their feet rested on top of the wooden bannister. Bathed in the faint light of the kitchen through the patio doors. The light wasn’t so harsh as to black out the night sky, and Charlie dizzily found himself wishing he knew the names of some interesting constellations he could point out. 

If he let himself zone out just a bit, it felt like they were actually sitting upright, and flying through space.

How much have you had, exactly? Charlie batted a hand lightly in the air, hoping that would somehow make the demon Charlie Two sit quietly to the side for a minute.

“Your dad must have really pissed off whoever gave him that whisky,” Shayne mumbled, sticking out his tongue and making a face. “I think they were trying to poison him.”

“It’s not that bad,” Charlie laughed. He reached for his glass, which was sitting on the concrete by his hip, and slowly started to bring it up towards his mouth.

“It is that bad, and Charlie? You can’t drink upside down.”

He’s possibly right.

“No, no, we’re not upside down,” Charlie complained at both Shayne and Charlie Two. He rested the glass on his chest for a moment, using his free hand to draw a line from his belly button to his throat, but only focusing on Shayne this time. “My tummy’s just about level with my mouth, so it’ll still go in the right direction.”

“Hmm,” Shayne said. “Hard to argue with that logic.”

“Yeah, yeah, I got this.”

Charlie tilted his head forward and tipped the glass against his lips. He let a few sips of the cold-yet-burning liquid splash over his tongue until there was enough for him to gulp. It seemed to catch in his throat, and he stifled a cough, almost spilling his drink all over himself.

“Idiot.” Shayne reached over to grab the glass from him.

Charlie laughed and coughed at the same time before resting his head against the ground again. He felt that gulp of liquid like a finger dragging down the centre of his chest, in the opposite direction of the line he’d traced himself. It burned a little as it reached his belly.

“You okay, or what?”

“I – yep,” Charlie giggled, blinking harshly as the stars seemed to swirl a bit, like a Van Gogh painting.

“Maybe drinks on the patio wasn’t your brightest idea,” Shayne mused. “Neither of us has the stomach for this shit.”

“Well, maybe you don’t –” Charlie’s hand knocked against the glass, and Shayne had to move it out of the way again, but not before huffing in annoyance.

Charlie put his hand out again. He couldn’t remember why he’d been reaching for Shayne’s belly, but he laid his hand on it anyway, tickling gently until Shayne wriggled in discomfort and took hold of Charlie’s hand just to keep it still.

He slowly turned his head, heart fluttering as Shayne turned his too. His deep brown eyes were brightened, made sharp by the alcohol rather than dull. They lay like that for a few minutes, silently feeling each other’s pulse in their palms.

Charlie felt a little knot of tension in the pit of his stomach, and unfortunately it wasn’t the usual butterflies. The initial warmth of the liquor was turning into something fizzy and unsettling. For half a second, Charlie was terrified he was going to belch right into Shayne’s face, but instead, the ball of pressure slipped inwards. The noise that resulted was high-pitched and seemed to go in a spiral pattern through his gut.

“Did –?” Shayne’s heavy black eyelashes blinked with some effort, like it was hard to draw himself out of whatever he’d been thinking about. “Did that sound come from your stomach?”

Charlie nodded, moving his hand up to his mouth as he hiccupped loudly. Pain flared across his diaphragm.

“Let’s sit up, yeah?” Shayne asked. “Your gravity’s probably all messed up.”

Shayne took his legs down and sat up, reaching out for Charlie with both hands. Charlie let himself be pulled up, shivering as the night air hit his back. That bubble of uneasiness started to circle back towards the centre of his stomach. The sudden movement, and that shift in gravity that Shayne had thought would help, were actually making the pain worse, and he bent forward slightly, willing the patio to stop rocking beneath him.

“I think I’m going to be sick.”

“You’re not, you’re not,” Shayne assured him, still holding his hands. “Breathe with me, okay? All the way in. And hold it for six seconds.”

Charlie groaned. “Since when are you so zen?”

“Sshh, shut up and do it.” Shayne closed his eyes, stroking his thumbs against the sides of Charlie’s hands and nearly making him melt into a puddle. Charlie wanted to do what he was suggesting, but Shayne looked so calm and happy that he couldn’t stop staring at him.

He couldn’t exactly sit still either, with all the gurgling going on in his gut. He gave Shayne’s hands a shake to get his attention, whimpering and squirming uncomfortably on the concrete.

Shayne opened his eyes. He only had to look at Charlie’s face for a second before sighing in resignation.

“Alright, come on, lightweight. Can you make it to the toilet?”

“Yes…” Charlie said optimistically as Shayne helped him to his feet; the patio door was locked, so he would have to circle around to the front door, make it through the echoey front hall, stumble into the closest bathroom, which was in the downstairs en-suite –

“Actually? No,” Charlie groaned. Once the blood rushed away from his head, his stomach and brain got even more confused about which way was up and which was down, and he felt little toxic bubbles pressing up towards his throat.

He turned and grabbed onto the wooden bannister overlooking the back garden. He leaned forward, jaw hanging open, belly pressed lightly against the wood. Shayne’s cold hands ran up Charlie’s arm, settling across his shoulders and making him shiver.

He chucked loudly over the bannister, covering the manicured grass below. The sick looked exactly how it had felt before coming up; foamy and disgusting. The heaves seemed to come from right down in his gut and made his whole body clench and tremble. Whatever they’d liberated from the cupboard was really not agreeing with his system. 

He gave one last gag that didn’t seem like it was ever going to end. Finally, he gasped in some of the night air and let his head hang slack. The inside of his skull felt like it had been scalded like a teapot.

��You alright?”

“Oh, um...” Charlie started a bit at the sound of Shayne’s voice; he’d almost forgotten he was there, even though he’d been holding his shoulders the entire time. He lifted his head back in over the bannister, keeping his arms slumped over it. “I kind of wish you hadn’t just seen that.”

“Seriously?” Shayne scoffed behind him. “You threw up all over me once, and this is what you’re embarrassed about?”

“Yeah, but this is pathetic,” Charlie whined, wiping the back of his hand across his mouth. “One stupid drink and I heave my guts up?”

Shayne slid one hand over Charlie’s waist and stomach, resting it at the slight curve at the bottom of his belly. “Nah, you’re good. Everything’s still there.”

Despite the wrenching nausea and the pain in his head, Charlie had to choke out a laugh at the fact that Shayne had made a joke without relying on sarcasm.

“If it makes you feel any better, I feel like shit too,” Shayne said, gently running his hand back up Charlie’s stomach. “We shouldn’t have started out on whisky.”

Charlie gripped the bannister and tried to ease himself upright, but his legs felt so wobbly that he would have dropped to his knees if Shayne wasn’t holding him.

“Thank you,” Charlie said weakly. He half-turned around, putting a hand on Shayne’s waist to steady himself. He shivered again as Shayne supported his weight with one hand, brushing a strand of Charlie’s hair back with the other. The pit of his stomach tingled again, this time without the nauseous fizzling.

“You okay, Charlie?”

“Yeah, I think - I think gravity found me.”

[oldanatomical-heartt]

Mishaps

Summary: Spencer is annoyed at you and your friend, and you’re a klutz

“Alright!" You cheer, "Let's get started!"

You're over at your friend (F/N)'s new apartment that they just rented for the year helping them get it ready.  The furniture is being delivered in the next few days, which means you have to paint the walls tonight.  You both roll up the sleeves to your old shirts and you tie your hair back.  You turn up the volume to the radio on your left playing some upbeat alternative song.  You walk into the hallway outside the apartment and grab a paint can, but not before seeing one of your friend's new neighbors shoot you a nasty look while unlocking his own apartment, the one directly across the hall.  He's young, unlike all the senior citizens who live in the building and has long messy brown hair.   Getting back to what you're doing, you grab the paint can and walk into the living room.

"Heads up (F/N), I think your neighbor across the hall already doesn't like you," you warn.

"Really? How come?" they ask while prying the lid off the can.

"He shot me this real nasty look while I was grabbing the paint, which is a shame because he's the only non-elderly person I've seen walk into this place."

"Hey, shut up!" (F/N) laughs, "I like it here, it's close to work and you."

"Yeah, yeah, just hope you like bingo night and smelling like soap," you tease.

You pour the paint into a paint tray, and (F/N) loads up their paint roller.  After putting the paint can out of the way, you do the same, rolling your fresh green roller cover in the bright yellow paint. After a few hours of painting, listening to your favorite songs, and singing along (badly) with (F/N), you both had managed to paint three of of the four living room walls.

"Okay, I'm gonna go grab another can of paint, we completely emptied this one," you giggle.

"Sounds goo-OH MY GOD I LOVE THIS SONG!" (F/N) screams as they crank the volume up even louder than before, which was already pretty loud.

They began to screech along to the song while you just shake your head. Meanwhile however, a very angry neighbor from across the hall becomes completely fed up with the loud music while he's trying to read, so he storms out of his room and begins angrily knocking on the door. Unfortunately, (F/N) and the music are too loud for you to hear. Carrying the almost-empty paint can to put in the hall, you open the door completely surprised at the sight of a person there. The neighbor doesn't seem to realize that the door has been opened, so he continues knocking, which results in you receiving a knock to your face. Combine the unexpected visitor to the hit to the head, and you are quite startled, so much so that you throw the paint can into the air to cover your face with your hands to prevent another hit. The can spills whatever paint was left in it all over you and the neighbor, and the can hits your shoulder as it falls. When you open your eyes you see the neighbor, either so angry he's calm or so surprised he's forgotten his anger standing there staring at the yellow paint covering his body.

"Oh- oh my god I'm so sorry! My friend just moved in last week and I'm helping them paint and I didn't expect you to be standing here oh my god I'm sorry!" You shout as you pull off your shirt, you were wearing a tank top underneath it, and begin using it to wipe off and soak up as much paint as it can off of the boy.

He just stands there, watching you, as you blot and squeeze his shirt. While doing so you feel a bit of muscle beneath the shirt, which surprises you, because he looks very nerdy and bookish.

"The paint doesn't come out of clothes, I'm so sorry, I think your shirt is ruined. Here! Have mine! Wait, that's dumb, never mind. I'll buy you a new shirt! If you want, I mean.  You might want to keep your shirt, because maybe it's your favorite or something.  Oh my god is this your favorite shirt? If it is I'm so sorry!  Oh my god I’m just the worst!"

"It's... okay," he says slowly.

"What?"

"It's alright," he says again, sounding as if he's not even sure if the words himself.

"Are- are you sure? I can totally afford to buy you one, not that I'm rich or anything. I actually have a minimum wage job, but I don't know why I told you that. But I can afford one, because I can't make (F/N)'s neighbors hate them before they even meet them," you say quickly.

"Yes, it's totally fine," he assures you, slightly smiling at you.

You can't help but think he looks ridiculous, wearing formal business clothes but covered in yellow paint.  He has a nice smile, you think to yourself.

"If you say so, then.  At least it was yellow paint, the color suits you quite well.  For being covered in paint you don't look too bad."

It takes you a minute to process what you said before you palms start sweating from embarrassment.

"Well um, thank you, I guess?  I've never had the paint that's been spilled on me complimented, so I'm not sure what to say," he replies, tension completely gone as he seems slightly amused.

In some spur of the moment bravery you respond, "How about you tell me when you're free?  Maybe we could go to a pub or get some coffee or something like that.  Whatever you want to do, I don't normally ask this sort of thing."

He seems to tense up a bit and become a bit flustered at your sudden request.

"Are you asking me out?" He asks, picking at a seam on his shirt.

"I think so?" You reply, anxiety growing every second he hasn't answered.

"But you don't even know my name," he says.

"Well, you seem like a pretty cool dude, you're nice, and it's the least I can do for someone who's night I probably just ruined," you smile.

"You didn't ruin my night," he replies, looking into your eyes.

"Well, then I mildly disrupted it," you chuckle.

He laughs slightly after you.

You take a deep breath, "So?  How about it?"

"Y-yeah, yeah.  I'm free this Thursday, but I can't guarantee it because my work schedule is kind of, flexible, I guess.”

"Great!  Um, do you want my number in case you have to cancel?"

"Yes, that would probably be the smart thing to do," he says, a smile tugging at his lips.

"Alright," you say, returning the smile, "Do you have a pen on you?"

"Yeah, yeah," he says, pulling a pen out of his pocket after searching for it for a few seconds.

With slightly shaking hands you grab his left one, and hoping he can't feel how sweaty your hands are, you scribble out the ten numbers before asking, "Eight good? Or do you like to go to bed early, you'd still have work the next day so..."

"Eight's fine," he replies, staring at your face that's focused on your writing.

"Perfect," you smile, dramatically capping the pen before handing it to him, "See you Thursday."

You grab the paint-can which had been your goal all along and were about to head into (F/N)'s apartment when his voice stops you.

"It's Spencer, by the way, Spencer Reid."

Spencer, so now the face has a name. All your anxiety had made you completely forget about introductions, maybe the same for Spencer.

"(Y/N) (L/N), can't wait to know more, Spencer Reid."

Bonus:

"It's about dang time! I thought you got lost getting that paint!" (F/N) calls at the sound of the door shutting, but you're in a happy daze as you enter the room.

"Woah, what happened to you?" (F/N) asks at the sight of your paint-covered self.

"His name is Spencer Reid," you state.

"Who is?"

"Your neighbor."

"How do you know?"

"I'm going on a date with him on Thursday," you smile, barely aware of your conversation with (F/N).

"What?! Details (Y/N), details!!" (F/N) screeches.

"Shhh, what if he hears you?!" You giggle.

You dreamily spill the whole conversation to them, all while Spencer, just across the hall, has changed into clean clothes and is smiling to himself so much that he hasn't turned the page of his book in over a minute.

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Ice Cream and Fire Oven Pizza - Chapter 16

Pairing: Elsa x Lea/Axel || Side Pairing: Riku x OC

Summary: Modern AU. She's an introvert ball of nerves who works at Ice Palace, a mall food court ice cream shop. He's the outgoing, sassy goofball who works at the Pizza Planet across the way. Hilarity, snark, and fluffy romcom hijinks ensue.

Word Count: 6,227

FIRST CHAPTER || PREVIOUS CHAPTER || NEXT CHAPTER

Credit for super friggin’ cute and super friggin’ amazing cover art goes to the super friggin’ talented ky-jane here on tumblr!

"No joke, you can for real get us the stuff?"

Rayne grinned over at Anna as the three of us walked side by side. "For real. I got a girl on the inside who can hook us up."

Her gaze narrowed dubiously, "Don't play me. I've been friggin' jonesing for a fix since March."

"You know I'm good for it, sweetpea," she slung an arm around her shoulders. "Trust me. My word is my bond, ya dig?"

Pinching the bridge of my nose, I puffed out a heavy sigh and grumbled, "You two are ridiculous."

A scoff from Rayne, "You'll be singing a different tune once that sweet, sweet ambrosia is warming your belly."

Rolling my eyes, I took another quick glance around the food court as we crossed it.

Still no Lea.

Boy couldn't get here fast enough.

Also, boy better hurry, seeing as how there was less than an hour left before my shift started.

My thumb absently rubbed the spot where his phone number still branded my palm as we finished crossing the sea of plastic tables and chairs, coming to a stop in front of the Lucky Cat. Working behind the register today was someone I hadn't seen before. A boy with a bandaid on one cheek and short, choppy brown hair sticking out from beneath the baseball cap he was wearing backwards.

Wait…

I squinted.

…or maybe he was actually a she. Hard to say. They were really quite androgynous, whoever they were.

Rayne smiled at us and held up a finger, indicating for us to just watch and wait. Then she stepped forward, approaching the counter. "Sup, Miharu! We're here to see…" she paused, looking around to make sure there were no eyes on her that shouldn't be, then she hunched forward and lowered her voice to a whisper, "...Spellweaver."

The coffee purveyor of indeterminate gender said nothing for several seconds, just fixed her with a dull stare. "...she's in the back, just a sec," they at last huffed before turning and disappearing through the door behind them.

"Spellweaver…?" Anna arched an eyebrow at Rayne.

She nodded solemnly, "The street name she goes by for all of her shady backdoor dealings."

"Oh good grief," I massaged one temple with my fingertips.

Deciding to steer this conversation towards something a little less silly while we waited for… ugh, Spellweaver to show up, I asked Anna, "So you really have no clue what Mother and Father are planning for this whole weekend family outing thing they're inviting us to?"

"Zip," she popped the P as she shrugged. But then she was crinkling her nose with a frown, "Weaseltown's gonna be there though."

I hugged myself, shuddering. "Thanks, that does not reassure me."

"Relax! Dad's probably just gonna be all, " she gave a lofty sniff, raised her pinkie and deepened her tone in what I had to admit was a pretty good impression of our father, "let's just put this nasty bit of business behind us, bygones and whatnot, chip chip cheerio."

"You are aware he's not British, right?" my eyelids drooped at her. I couldn't resist a tiny grin though and exhaled slowly, "...you really think he'll be that forgiving?"

"Of course! Well... that or he'll be all," up that pinkie went again as she scowled, "how dare you throw your life away like this, young lady, disgracing the family name thusly! I will not stand for it, pish posh!"

"...not helping."

Rayne shushed us as the back door behind the counter swung open again and that Miharu person returned. "Your weirdo friends are here to feed their disgusting habit," they deadpanned, speaking to their coworker that'd also come striding out behind them, presumably none other than the infamous Spellweaver.

Aka Aqua.

I should have guessed.

Gaze darting about again to ensure the coast was still clear, Rayne rapped her knuckles against the countertop, tapping out the beginning of "shave and a haircut." Aqua gave a good natured snort before responding with two knocks herself, delivering the punchline to the tune.

Seriously? What was that supposed to be, some sort of code? This was just getting more absurd by the second.

"What're you ladies in the market for today?" Aqua asked, propping an elbow onto the counter.

"We're here for… the Spice," Rayne put heavy emphasis on the word, giving her a wink that was the very antithesis of subtle. "You still got your super special secret stash?"

"Maybe," she inspected her fingernails, casually bouncing one shoulder. "You know I only stock the primo kind too. But stuff's not easy to come by this time of year. If I did have it, supplies would be getting pretty low. It'll cost ya. You got the munny?"

Anna suddenly pushed forward, grabbing Aqua by the front of her apron and yanking her down to her eye level, "Yeah yeah, you got the goods or what, bitch?!"

"Anna!" I snapped, horrified.

"What?! I was just playing along with the bit!" she defended, immediately releasing her grip.

Aqua gingerly smoothed the wrinkles out of her apron and fixed her crooked visor, "Normally just the munny and a please would suffice."

"Was your sister seriously just about to straight up shank Aqua over some coffee?" a low, amused voice said right next to my ear, making me jump. I spun around, discovering Lea snerking behind me as he straightened back up. Xion and Roxas were with him too, looking dressed to be on the clock shortly.

There was a tiny harrumph from Anna, "Everyone knows you don't get between a white girl and her pumpkin spice latte!"

That's right.

That's what this whole foolishness had been over.

Pumpkin frigging spice.

"Three please," Rayne asked sheepishly, handing Aqua the munny and shoving a hefty tip into the jar for good measure. Then she sighed at Anna, "We can't take you anywhere."

"It was a friggin' bit!"

"Hey, so," Roxas piped up, drawing my attention to him as he smirked. Xion bounced on the balls of her feet beside him, looking positively ready to burst with giddiness as Roxas leaned forward, "...are you like our new mommy?"

I blinked, "Wha-?" Then yelped as Xion, apparently no longer able to contain her excitement, threw herself at me with a squeal and squeezed me in a bone crushing hug.

"I'm so happy for you two!" Her death grip tightened and I wheezed, looking to Lea for help. He just grinned wider at me and shrugged. The useless punk. Thankfully, Xion pulled back, seizing me by the shoulders instead. "Tell me everything! How did it happen? When did it happen? Was it love at first sight? Gah, I still can't believe you two kept it a secret for so long and even guilt tripped me over that harmless lil car prank, you jerk!" she punched Lea in the arm, forcing him to hiss out a pained "ow."

Served him right.

The abrupt sound of someone noisily clearing their throat cut through the air. We turned to find a lanky guy with wavy, ash blonde hair down to his shoulders standing nearby, his lavender eyes giving us a pointed look. "Pardon me, if you would…?"

Apparently we were blocking his path to the Lucky Cat register where Miharu was currently stationed at.

"Oh!" realization struck Xion and she hurried out of the way, dragging me with her.

"Thank you," he bowed his head to us before sauntering up to the cash register with a sly grin, "Well well, don't you look absolutely ravishing today, my fiesty little barista of love."

"Bite me, Joshua," Miharu ground out flatly.

"Only if you insist," he purred.

I was distracted from that exchange by a steaming to-go cup suddenly popping up barely an inch in front of my nose, making me stagger back a step. "Here ya go, sweetie!" Rayne chirped from behind the latte she was offering me.

"Thanks," I mumbled as I took it, giving her a tiny and somewhat dazed smile as I struggled to keep up with the whirlwind of activity going on around me. Too many different things were going on at once and it was all just a lot, okay?

"Ah!" Anna sighed loudly and happily after taking a long, deep swig from her pumpkin spiced beverage. "Pure heaven!"

"Amen, sister!" Rayne cried, chugging some of her own. Then she gasped, snagging Anna's arm and gesturing towards the Ice Palace. "Look! Kristoff's on shift! Think you can work your feminine wiles and score us some free sundaes?"

"Ray-Ray, please. You worked your magic, now watch me work mine. Hold my drink." She handed her cup to my roomie, cracked her knuckles and skipped off, singsonging, "Yoohoo, Kristoff!"

That poor boy was about to get played like a fiddle.

Rayne spared a look my way, grinned and elbowed my arm before casting a significant glance towards Lea. "Have fun," she half whispered, half giggled to me before running off after Anna.

"We should probably get going too, Xion. Gotta punch in," Roxas said as he eyed the massive overhead clock on the other end of the food court.

"Aw man," she whined, looking from him to me. "Fine. But you and me? We're gonna talk more later, got it?" she brightened, giving my arm a squeeze before joining Roxas who waved goodbye to us as the two of them walked off towards Pizza Planet.

Lea shook his head with a soft chuckle as he watched them go, saying to me, "Ignore them. The kiddos are just super happy for us lovebirds."

"Oh." I looked down at my to-go cup, fingers fidgeting with the lid. "So you got a chance to talk to them about it."

"Didn't really have to. I think that bit of theatrics between Anna and your crazy uncle the other day spoke for itself. Whole food court's been abuzz." He flashed me a big smile, shrugging, "Face it, El. We're the new hot topic."

"R-really?" I stammered, doing my best to stop the blush I felt creeping up my neck dead in its tracks. I'd nearly forgotten about that whole embarrassing scene. I think I'd been subconsciously trying to block it out, pretend it'd all been a bad dream.

"Don't worry. It'll become old news pretty quick and chatter'll die down."

"I hope so," I frowned, taking a careful sip of my warm latte. I hated being the center of attention and having people talk about me.

"So…" his eyes crinkled as he took a step closer to me now, plucking the cup from my grasp and depositing it onto a nearby table so he could take both my hands in his. Tracing his thumbs in light circles along my knuckles, he murmured, "Hi."

That blush I'd been keeping at bay? Just called in reinforcements and broke through the bloody barricades. "...hi."

His eyes briefly flicked to our right, discreetly calling attention to the fact that Aqua was grinning at us as she prepared a mocha order. Ah, message received. We had an audience. And an audience demanded a show, one which Lea seemed only too glad to put on as he now brought my hands to his lips, placing a gentle kiss on the back of each one. "Didja miss me?"

My stomach flip-flopped. No, scratch that, it was doing goddamn somersaults like a gold medal gymnast on a set of uneven bars at the Olympics. Panicking a little, I hastily looked away and blurted out, "Miss you? Please, I just saw you yesterday. It hasn't even been twenty-four hours yet, I haven't had time to miss you."

What? I didn't know how to do the whole lovey-dovey thing, real, pretend or otherwise! Honestly, I was beginning to think it just wasn't genetically coded into my DNA.

He tsked. "That's not what you were supposed to say."

I gave him some side-eye. "What was I supposed to say?"

"Hm, I dunno… something like," he transferred his grip to my wrists, pulling my hands up to cup his cheeks, "how much you longed to see this gorgeous face again and how you cried yourself to sleep just counting the seconds until you could look upon its beauty once more."

"...I am not saying that."

"Huh," he smirked down at me. "Funny how ya didn't deny it though. Don't worry, we can work our way up to it."

I snorted. "Don't count on it."

A tiny laugh came from the Lucky Cat. With him still holding my hands to his face, we both looked over to see Aqua hiding a smile behind her fingers. She shook her head, "Sorry, pretend I'm not here. You two are just very cute."

I jerked my wrists free of his grasp and opened my mouth to say we most certainly were not. However, Lea was faster with a chipper, "We know!" With that, he picked up my drink once more, slipping his free hand into mine and cooed, "Let's go, shnookums," before walking off with me in tow.

Stumbling a few steps before matching his stride, I glanced back to make sure we were out of earshot. Then I looked at him. "No."

He cocked an eyebrow. "No what?"

My nose scrunched up. "Shnookums."

"Yes, sugarplum?"

I blanched. "No, that's not- I wasn't calling you-" I sighed, recomposing myself. "I was saying no to that pet name. Sugarplum's out too."

Lea pouted, "Aw, but they're classics. You sure you want to keep vetoing all of these? Pretty soon I'll have to start thinking outside the box."

"I'll take my chances."

"Suit yourself, don't say I didn't warn ya though." He then nodded to my cup, lifting it up slightly, "May I?"

"Uh…" I blinked. "...sure, go for it."

He took a sip then abruptly stopped us in the middle of the food court tables. "Shit, that's actually pumpkin spice. I thought your sister was only joking. October is still months away, how'd you guys manage to get your hands on this?"

My mouth pursed to one side. I can't believe I was about to say this. "...I know a gal who knows a gal."

A snerk huffed out through his nostrils. "Aren't you legally required to be wearing a trench coat and in a dark alley to say something like that?"

One corner of my lips twitched up despite myself as I took the latte back from him, "Was fresh out of trench coats."

"Well then, guess we'll just have to settle for this instead," he gripped the bill of my Ice Palace cap, twisting it sideways.

"Hey!" I swatted his hand away and spun my hat forward again. "I've got connections, I'm not a rapper. There's a difference."

"I know. I just really wanted to do that." His hand snaked up again, tweaking my cap to the left now. "Boyfriend privileges. Sorry, I don't make the rules."

Sighing, I straightened it again. "I've given you too much power. You're having way too much fun with this."

"No such thing." He went for the hat yet again but I caught his hand this time, narrowing my eyes at him. He grinned, shifting the hold so our fingers interlocked together instead, causing my heart to give a little flitter.

Then he used his other hand to turn the cap to sit sideways once more.

I drooped my eyelids at him. "I'm going to throw this drink in your face."

"And waste perfectly good pumpkin spice? For shame!" he chided playfully, thankfully having the common decency now to correct my hat back to the way it was supposed to be.

Ugh, this guy. Of all the people Anna could have shoved me into the arms of in front of the Duke on that fateful day, why'd it have to be him? I'm sure she'd only picked the nearest testosterone toting individual who just so happened to be strolling by in that exact moment but jeez, why couldn't it have been, oh I don't even know… Kristoff perhaps? Kristoff would have taken this more seriously. Kristoff I didn't have a maybe sorta crush on. Kristoff wouldn't have had my face toasting every ten stupid seconds. Seriously, I swear Lea had made me blush more in the past several weeks that I'd known him than I'd ever done in the rest of my entire life combined. I'm not sure who that said more about - Lea or my ex.

Shaking my head at him, I prompted, "So you said something yesterday about coming here to do some couple-watching?"

"Oh, right. Almost forgot." Lea glanced about at the shoppers enjoying their meals all around us. "Lessee here, who do we got…?"

"Why not Riku and Rayne? I mean, I live with them and they're in on the secret, I'm sure they'd be happy to coach us or whatever." I began to lift my drink towards my mouth but stopped it a few inches short, staring down at it with a tiny frown.

"Nah, they're not just a couple, they're married. Married is a whole different animal from dating. Trust me, what we're looking for is a cutesy-wootsy boyfriend-girlfriend dynamic duo." He took a break from scanning the area to focus on me once more, noticing the look I was now giving my cup. He quirked an eyebrow, "Problem?"

My eyes flicked to his lips, then returned to my latte. Then back and forth once, twice more.

...oh grow up! It's not like the boy had cooties!

"Not at all," I muttered, hiding my small scowl behind the cup as I finally took a sip, telling myself that the slight warmth I felt in my cheeks was only due to the heat of the beverage, nothing more. "What about them?" I asked hastily, gesturing back towards the Lucky Cat where... Joshua, was it? Was still talking to Miharu. "They're a couple." He was leaning across the countertop with a devilish little smirk, bringing their faces really close. Miharu, on the other hand, looked about ready to grab the nearest banana walnut muffin from their display case and shove it up his nose. I furrowed my brow, "...aren't they?"

He followed my gaze. "Who, them? Those two are… complicated. What they got going on seems to work for them, but it's not exactly the type of Hallmark romance we want to be emulating in front of your folks. No, we want too adorable and precious for this world. We want pure, unadulterated wholesome on a stick. We want cavity-inducing sweetness. We want…" once more, his eyes were darting from one table of mall-goers to the next until at last his face lit up and he pointed, "...them! Perfect!" And off he went again, dragging me with him.

We wove our way past several tables before coming to a halt at one in particular, seated at which was-

"Kairi? Sora?" I blinked at them and they both looked up at the sound of their names.

"Oh, hey guys!" Sora hit us with the full force of that blinding smile of his.

"Hiya!" Lea chirped, pulling out a chair for me. "Mind if we join you two?"

"Please," Kairi nodded enthusiastically, twisting her chopsticks into her chow mein that looked to be from Mushu's Kingdom. "Be our guest!"

I'm sorry, but couple-watching and couple-interacting were two completely different things. This is not what I'd signed up for. Still, I took the seat with only the barest hint of hesitation, feeling Lea push it in behind me before he grabbed the one next to me, spinning it one-eighty on one leg so he could plop down into it backwards.

Eyes dancing, Kairi spoke up again, "So, to what do we owe the pleasure of being joined by the Dusk Town Center's newest It Couple?"

"...It Couple?" I echoed, arching an eyebrow as I put my drink down in front of me, fingers fidgeting with the coffee sleeve.

"Told ya, El!" Lea chuckled, folding his arms atop the table, his elbow coming to rest against mine. "Everyone's talking about us. Can you blame them though? We did have a rather dramatic debut."

"Oh gosh," I smothered my face in my hands.

"Nothing to be embarrassed over, you're fine!" Kairi giggled, then glanced smugly over at Sora. "Plus, I got to tell this loser here that I'd told him so!"

He rolled his eyes, grin never wavering. "Lucky guess. You had no way of knowing they were already dating."

"Woman's intuition," she razzed her tongue at him, tapping her chopsticks to her temple. "It's never wrong."

Welp. It was wrong this time. Lucky for her, Lea and I had a cover to maintain. Good thing too, I don't know if I'd have had the heart to tell her otherwise and burst her bubble.

"Besides," she tacked on, slurping up a noodle, "it's always been plain as day for anyone to see on Lea's face. He has that whole lost puppy look going on whenever she's around."

"I don't have a lost puppy look," Lea scratched the back of his head with a sheepish laugh before glancing my way and insisting, "I don't."

Sora sniggered, "Yeah, Kai, I think that's just the way his dopey face always loo- ow!" That last part was in response to Lea reaching across the table to flick him in the forehead.

Ignoring the boys, Kairi sighed dreamily, "It's all just so sweet! Like some sort of modern day, food court, Shakespearian romance! One from House Pizza, the other from House Ice Cream, two star-crossed lovers defying all odds to be together!"

...okay, why were we here again?

"It's not like we're from two warring families locked in a blood feud." Lea snorted and muttered, "House Ice Cream and House Pizza… what even?"

"Shush, I was being poetic!" Kairi harrumphed before lightly slapping Sora's hand away as he tried to steal some of her chow mein.

Rubbing his sore knuckles, he whined, "Aw c'mon, Kai, all this food talk is making me hungry!"

"You've already eaten twice your weight in orange chicken, you big goob!" she shot back. But when he gave her the saddest pout in the history of all mankind - nay, the history of all existence - her shoulders slumped and she relented, stabbing her chopsticks into the noodles and twirling them, "Fine, open up, doofus."

He immediately perked up and parted his lips wide. Having wrapped a sizable portion around her sticks now, she gently eased it into his awaiting mouth. For all the care she took though, some sauce still managed to get on the corner of his lips as he started to chew. Kairi gave a soft tch and told him, "Hold still." Then she took his chin between her fingers, bent forward and kissed the smudged side of his mouth, leaving it clean by the time she'd pulled back, licking her lips with a tiny smirk.

Sora swallowed his food. "Thanks, bae!" he beamed, bowing his head towards hers and nuzzling the tips of their noses together, eliciting a titter from her.

Oh. Right. That's why we were here.

These two were cavity-inducing alright. I think I was already feeling my teeth begin to rot just by being within a five foot radius of them. Dear lord, I don't think I could ever be like that, especially not where people could see us.

...was Lea suggesting I act this way?

I glanced at him out of the corner of my eye, watching as he stretched a hand across the table towards Kairi's tray and dipped a finger into some of the excess chow mein sauce on one side of her plate. Lea then proceeded to dab the goo onto his nose, plant his elbow on the table, prop his chin in his palm and lean towards me with a cheshire grin, eyes hooded and eyebrows bouncing.

Apparently, yes. That's exactly what he was suggesting.

I stared blankly at him.

Yeah, no. Not happening, pal.

"Worth a shot," Lea snerked as he reached for a napkin to scrub the smear off with.

Kairi bit back a smile, "D'aww, she's shy! That's adorable!"

"That's my baby! Wouldn't have her any other way!" he tweaked my nose with a wink.

"Oh! I just had a great idea!" Kairi clapped her hands together. "Tomorrow night, Sora and I were gonna go out with Riku and Ray. Nothing fancy, just dinner and a movie. But what if you two joined us as well and turned our double date into a triple? How fun would that be?"

I don't know… dinner and a movie? She was asking a lot of little ol' hermit me. Maybe too much.

Lea looked to me, pressing his shoulder into mine. "How 'bout it, El?"

...well… I guess… for the sake of practice…

I gave the couple across from us a shy smile. "What time were you thinking?"

Taking that as a yes, Kairi cried out in delight. "Awesome! We're all meeting up at six. You can get the deets from your roomies!" She then picked up her phone to check the time. "Crap," she hissed, jumping up to her feet, "gotta run! Selphie's gonna murder me for taking too long on my lunch break!"

"Wait up, I'll walk you back," Sora called, taking the opportunity to snatch up the chopsticks she'd dropped and shovel what was left of the chow mein down his throat faster than should have been humanly possible. Then he grabbed the tray and hopped up as well, cheeks bulging with food as he muffled out, "See ya guys tomorrow!" before taking off after his girlfriend.

"So…?" Lea asked, one side of his mouth turning up as he stole another sip from my pumpkin spice latte.

I gave a small, incredulous laugh, "No. Also? No. No, no, no. No. Did I mention no? Because just in case I didn't… no. And just for good measure: no. So in conclusion? No."

"Pfft," he rubbed a hand over his lips. "Well I understand if they may seem a bit… advanced to you…"

"Advanced?" I scoffed. "Try critical mode. I had no idea such couples existed outside of children's storybooks starring princesses and prince charmings. Do they even know they're in the real world and not some fairytale?"

Lea's head tipped to one side. "...you do realize that was some pretty basic boyfriend-girlfriend stuff… right?"

A crease formed between my eyebrows. "You mean that was normal?"

"Well," he averted his gaze, scratching his cheek, "...all couples vary and do things differently. But I wouldn't say Kairi and Sora are abnormal. There's a lotta couples out there that are just as disgustingly cute as they are, if not more so."

I bit down on my lower lip and hunched forward onto my elbows, clasping my hands in front of my face just beneath my nose. How was it I'd been in a relationship for five years and was just now figuring out that I didn't have the first clue when it came to dating? "...my ex and I were never anything like that. Not even close."

"And that," he struck up a finger, "works out in our favor. After all, you dumped his sorry ass, one, cuz you weren't in love with him and two, to be with yours truly," his fingers splayed across his chest as he grinned, "a hunky dreamboat you are in love with, or so the story goes. Now it shouldn't be too hard to sell that to your folks, given your former beau has set the bar so pathetically low for us."

"But I don't know if I have it in me to…" I trailed off, my hands clenching to each other more tightly. "...if I'm even wired to be such an absolute… googly-eyed, twitterpated… mess like those two were." My insides squirmed at the very idea.

"No problemo!" Lea jabbed a thumb into his collarbone, "I can be enough of a googly-eyed, twitterpated mess for the both of us!" He stiffened, then coughed into his fist, "That is, I mean… ya know, for the sake of appearances. If that'd be okay with you, of course."

He was talking about him being, erm… how had he put it the other day? Ah yes… touchy-feely. My eyes darted to the right. "I suppose… for appearances… as long as I have time to get used to it all and there are no more surprises."

"Speaking of, we never really did get around to going over those PDA guidelines for what gets a green light and what's a big fat no-no."

I stared down at the cup, my finger idly circling the rim of the lid. "...what did you have in mind?"

"Maybe we should start by knocking out the most obvious one." I glanced up at him now, waiting for him to elaborate. His grin faltered almost imperceptibly, "You know, the big K?" I merely quirked an eyebrow at him. Eyes shifting about, Lea cleared his throat, "...kissing?"

"Not on the lips." The words sprung from my mouth faster than I could think them, causing me to clamp a hand over it in embarrassment.

But come on now, my brain had had a full system hard crash when the guy had planted an innocent little peck on just my forehead yesterday! I couldn't even begin to fathom what a real, honest-to-god kiss on the lips might do to me. Let's not forget how poorly I'd handled the Kissident and I hadn't even known the guy yet, much less potentially had feelings for him!

He blinked, then snorted and shook his head at me. "Nah, I'd already figured that would be a total no-go. Which is no biggie, lotsa couples out there aren't comfortable sucking face in front of prying eyes. But uh…" he rubbed at the nape of his neck, "What I have been doing… back of the hand, forehead… pretty much any other exposed bit of skin, that all fair game?"

Gosh, this was a weird conversation to be part of. Not to mention awkward. I could already feel my blush from earlier waiting backstage, eager to make an encore performance. Looking away, I said, "That, uh… y-yeah, okay."

It should be fine.

If I allowed myself to get used to it, of course.

Though that was kind of a big if.

"Okay…" A slow smile was breaking out across his face and he repeated, "Okay, good. Onto the next item of business then: hugs. Yea or nay?"

Jeez, this suddenly felt so official. And yet, slightly silly at the same time somehow. I ventured, "...y-yea?"

"You sure?" his finger tapped the tip of my nose. "You don't sound too confident there."

"No, it'll be fine," I said quickly. With proper mental and emotional fortifying, I hopefully could and would survive this. Hopefully.

"Alright," his eyes crinkled as he studied me for a beat. Then, "What about this?" He reached a hand for where mine lay palm down against the table, his touch grazing along my knuckles before softly tracing down the lengths of my fingers. "...kinda like hand holding, but a lil fancier," he murmured, lifting my hand up so he could brush his fingertips to mine for a few seconds before gently flattening our palms together, lazily weaving and unweaving our fingers. "Something for idle hands to be doing when we're just hanging out. That okay?" he asked, still lightly toying with my fingers.

This had no right to be spiking my heart rate the way it was. Not trusting myself to talk as it would probably come out more of a squeak right now, I settled on a tiny nod.

He smirked as he eased my hand back down to rest atop the table once more. "...and this?" Lea gripped one of my chair legs, pulling me closer to him. Then his arm stretched out past my cheek, reaching behind my head so he could sweep my ponytail forward over my shoulder. There, he wasted no time twisting the end of a lock around one finger, playing with the pale strands of hair. "...yea or nay?" he prompted again somewhat distractedly, green eyes locked on his hand as it slowly ensnared itself further.

Was there less oxygen in the room? I swear there had to be less oxygen. Why else was it getting so hard to breathe all of a sudden? Must be all that damn deforestation going on out in the world. Curse all those big evil corporations and their blatant disregard for the environment!

Licking my dry lips, I nodded again, hesitantly at first, then putting more force behind it. "Mm… mm-hm! T-that should be… sh-shouldn't be a problem." I withdrew my hands into my lap, folding and unfolding them only to fold them again. "After all, we ah… must maintain appearances, of course."

"Of course," his grin twitched wider. "So then, what about this?" Carefully disentangling his fingers, he lifted his hand to tuck my bangs behind my ear as he started to lean forward, his face closing in towards mine.

Conceal, don't feel!

Remember, this? This was just… just an act. We were in the middle of a very busy food court. He was merely putting on a show for the masses. Just playing the role that had been given to him.

...but honestly, did he have to be playing it so goddamn friggin' well?!

I swear I could feel every last drop of blood in my body dogpiling up into my face as he closed the distance. The tip of his nose brushed mine and he shifted over to the right at the last second, positioning his mouth next to my ear. My heart hammered wildly, threatening to punch a hole through my ribcage as he inhaled, preparing to whisper something, his lips grazing against my earlobe and-

"Fwunkle-munkle."

My eyebrows twitched and I blinked.

"Splubbet. Squippo."

...were my eardrums broken?

"Flerple. Mubble-whoomp."

I spluttered and snorted. "What are you even doing?"

Lea pulled back just enough to look me in the eye with a cheeky grin. "What's it look like I'm doing? Whispering sweet nothings into your ear, duh!"

My fingers went to my mouth and I choked back a laugh, "More like sweet nonsense."

"Eh, same diff. Now if you'll excuse me, I wasn't quite finished." He bent towards my ear once more, his voice low and breathy as he continued, "Yuppet. Smoorple."

"Stop, that tickles," I was cracking up now, putting a hand to his chest so I could push him away.

He didn't budge, just moved his own hand to cover mine. "Fleegget-smeegget. Kronkle. Pixie Petal."

That last one caught my notice. "As in the ice cream flavor?"

"Mm-hm!" he straightened up now, exiting my personal bubble and crossing his arms atop the back of his reversed chair. His eyes squinted at me and he pursed his lips in thought. "...but no, that's not your fave either. It's all sparkle, no substance. You need quality. Nothing but the best for you."

Fighting a grin, I shook my head at him, "You think you know me so well."

His face softened a little as he looked at me. "...I think I'm starting to."

My breath hitched.

Oh dear. Remember that maybe sorta crush I had? I think we could now safely drop the "maybe sorta" part of it.

It was official. I'd gone and caught feelings.

For a man who was totally unavailable at the moment. A man who'd made it clear he was only doing this favor for me as a friend.

This was a dangerous game I was playing. And with someone who was much better at the game than I was, especially when you considered that he didn't even know he was playing it.

My eyes shifted about, alighting on everything and anything that wasn't him before finally landing on the food court clock. "Oh!" I took note of the time and shot up to my feet, the chair scraping along the tiled floor as it pushed out. "My shift's starting soon, I need to get going. Tomorrow then? Yeah, I'll text you once I get the specifics from Rayne. Right. So… until then."

I turned to book it but hadn't gotten more than a step before I felt his hand close around my wrist. I glanced back at him to see him standing now as well, a crooked curve to his lips. "Leaving without a proper goodbye? I don't think so."

He then pulled me back towards him, taking hold of my other wrist as well and bringing both my hands up to cup behind his neck. There he left them, moving his arms down to snake around my waist, hugging me tightly against him as he once more bowed his head down next to my ear. His breath was warm, making me shiver slightly as he whispered, "Wear my jacket for our big date tomorrow. For appearances."

Then he tipped my hat up and smooched my forehead before releasing me, shooting me a wink and walking away with a whistle.

Leaving me a blushing mess leaning against a chair for support, feeling just about ready to go supernova and obliterate all buildings within a ten block radius of me.

Oh yeah. I'd caught feelings all right.

And I didn't like it.

How the hell do I get rid of them?!

Author's Note: The whispering sweet nothings bit I wrote is one of my most favorite things ever. And at the same time, I hate it. It's so stupid. And yet, I love it so much xD Also, here, have some silliness with Aqua aka Spellweaver aka Command Style or Best Street Name For Shady Backdoor Deals Ever? You decide! And if you didn't recognize where the name came from that I used for the ice cream flavor this chapter, it's the name of a keyblade - the one you get from clearing Neverland in BBS, to be exact! That's right, I've resorted to keyblade names. I think I picked a few good ones too in the chapters ahead! That's all I use for the ice cream flavors from here on out in the story except for ONE of them, and there's a reason behind that one… which I'll only be too happy to explain when we get to it xD Anyhoo, if you were looking at the ice cream menu board, the description for Pixie Petal would probably go something like: "This lime soft serve in a green cone, garnished with white chocolate wings and gold edible glitter is sure to get you thinking happy thoughts!" Annnnnd side note: in case you're wondering, no, Miharu is not a character that appears in any of the KH games that you may have forgotten about - she's another OC belonging to my beloved bestie who I'm borrowing Rayne from xD She ships Miharu hard with Joshua from KH:DDD (or more specifically, TWEWY) so I just wanted to throw in a brief nod this chapter to that endearingly oddball lil ship!

Next chapter, how will this lil date night go? Will Elsa learn a thing or two about how to act like a sickeningly sweet couple? Now that she for sure knows she is in fact crushing on our dear fire boi, will she be able to keep her cool in front of him? Will Anna be checked into rehab for her unhealthy addiction to white girl pumpkin spice lattes? Stay tuned!

Thanks for reading, I super duper appreciate it! And an extra BIG thank you to those of you who’ve liked, reblogged, and followed so far, seeing those lil notifications always brings the biggest, goofiest smile to my face!

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[pocket-luv101]

I don't know if your still taking requests for the 100 ways to say I love you but if you are, Sakuya X Mahiru #12 or #14 please! These two are so sweet! I'm going to die from cavities!

SakuMahi {12: “Take my jacket, it’s cold outside” + 14: “CanI have this dance”}

Sakuya stood on the edge of the frozen pond, spellbound bythe sight before him. In the middle of the pond, Mahiru was skating over theice. His movements were smooth and fluid as he skated in a languid circle. Thenhe bent his knee and sprung into a graceful jump. A bright, proud smileappeared on his face when he landed on the ice successfully. Gleefully, hespun, keeping his foot straight and his body relaxed.

As he watched Mahiru, he forgot how to breath. Sakuya cameupon the small pond by accident and saw Mahiru skating. At first, Sakuya wasgoing to call out to him but he soon became mesmerized by Mahiru’s elegantmovements. He could only stare at him and the joy on his face. Mahiru let hismomentum carry him until he came to a smooth stop.

Before he stopped entirely, Mahiru looked up and his eyes metwith Sakuya’s. Suddenly having an audience made him self-conscious and heturned his foot the wrong way. He lost his balance and fell. Sakuya immediatelyraced onto the ice and almost slipped as he made his way to Mahiru. He wasalready sitting up when he reached him. “Are you okay, Mahiru?”

“Don’t worry, Sakuya, I’m fine. I’ve had worse falls.” Mahirureassured him. He was a little confused by Sakuya’s sudden appearance becausenot many people visited the pond in the winter. Before he could ask himanything, Sakuya took off his jacket and wrapped it around Mahiru’s shoulders.

“Take my jacket, it’s cold outside. Never thought the everresponsible Mahiru would forget to wear a coat. The next time you try tolecture me, I’m going to bring this up.” Sakuya teased. “But I didn’t know thatyou could skate like that. You were awesome! I’m no professional but you lookedlike an angel out there.”

“Stop exaggerating, Sakuya.” Mahiru playfully hit hisshoulder when he continued to shower him with compliments. Hearing the honestawe in Sakuya’s voice, he had to blush. He adjusted Sakuya’s jacket around himto distract himself and hide his flushed cheeks. He didn’t need his jacketbecause ice skating kept him warm but he had to admit that he liked wearingSakuya’s large jacket.

“So why have you been hiding this secret talent from yourbest friend? If I knew, I would’ve joined you.”

“I wasn’t trying to hide it from you. It just never came up.The others don’t know either and they’ll probably laugh if they found out.”Mahiru shrugged and Sakuya had to feel a little happy that he was the first oneto know of his ice skating. “I used to come here with my mom and she’ll teachme how to skate. It’s like a secret spot for us. Sometimes, I like to come hereand skate when I miss her.”

Sakuya didn’t know how to reply to his admission. Even thoughMahiru was smiling, it didn’t quite reach his eyes. He placed his fingerbeneath his chin and gently tilted his face. “I’m not much of an ice skater butI know how to dance. They’re similar enough so maybe you can teach me how toskate.”

“You’re not wearing ice skates and I doubt you brought somewith you. Also, ice skating and dancing are similar but they’re not the samething.” Mahiru pointed out. He knew that Sakuya was trying to cheer him up andhis efforts made him smile. He was his best friend and he always knew what to sayto him. Sakuya stood and Mahiru followed his lead.

“Okay, we can’t ice skate today but how about we dance?”Sakuya suggested and Mahiru gave him a wry smile in answer. It was irrationalbecause Sakuya wasn’t wearing ice skates and the ice was slippery. Only Sakuya wouldsuggest something as absurd as dancing on ice. Then again, only Sakuya couldconvince him to do something so silly with only an eager smile. “Can I havethis dance, Mahi Mahi.”

“You may, Sakkun.” Mahiru returned his light teasing by usinghis nickname. A bright blush appeared on Sakuya’s cheeks like he expected andhe chuckled at the sight. Sakuya was a little unsteady his feet so Mahiru tookhis hand and placed them on his waist. “Keep your center of gravity on yourfront leg and it should be easier for you. Lean on me and that should helptoo.”

Being so close to Mahiru made him flustered so he tried tohide how nervous he was. “Hey, with those ice skates, you’re almost as tall asme.”

“Oh, please, Sakuya.” Mahiru puffed his cheeks. “Rememberwho’s keeping you from falling face first into the ice.”

“You wouldn’t let me fall.” He pointed out and Mahiru knewthat he was right. They moved together and danced to the light melody Sakuyahummed. It was a little difficult at first but they quickly found a comfortablepace. Every time one stumbled, the other would catch them and they laughedtogether. Never once did they let the other fall.

“This is nice,” Mahiru whispered and he nodded. When Sakuyalooked down at him, he saw something over Mahiru’s shoulder. He became pale foronly a second but Mahiru noticed it. “Sakuya, what is it?”

Mahiru started to turn to see what caught Sakuya’s attention.He quickly cupped his cheeks and stopped him. At first Mahiru was a littleconfused but those thoughts quickly left him when he realized Sakuya wasleaning down towards him. He could feel his breath brush his lips and he closedhis eyes. Was Sakuya going to kiss him? They were only friends but Mahiru foundhimself anticipating his kiss.

His heart was beating rapidly for a few moments. Afterwaiting a few moments, he opened his eyes and tilted his head in confusion.Sakuya was standing frozen before him. Then the tension left his body and hegave him a shaky smile. Mahiru wondered what he saw but his expression didn’tgive him any hint. “Sorry, I thought I saw an alien.”

“C’mon, Sakuya, you did not see an alien.” Mahiru had toadmit that he was a little disappointed that Sakuya didn’t kiss him. It seemedlike he only saw him as a friend and nothing more.

“Don’t look so annoyed, Mahi Mahi. Let’s dance some more.Don’t look away from me, okay?” Sakuya led him to the far side of the pond,away from what he saw. He placed a hand on his cheek to keep his gaze on him.To distract him further, he said. “I have this secret ability where I can seeinto people’s past lives. In one, we were famous ice skaters and took the worldby storm. Now, how much of that was a lie?”

“Your lies are getting more and more absurd.” Mahiru gave hima weary laugh. Then his phone rang and he reluctantly let go of Sakuya. “Sorry,I need to get this. It’s just a text from my uncle. Oh, he’s coming hometonight! I should head home and make something special for him. Sorry to cutour dance a little short. If you want, we can try again next weekend.”

“I’ll bring ice skates then.” Sakuya nodded and walked him towhere he left his shoes and bag. He would’ve liked to walk him all the way homebut he couldn’t. The best he could do was watch Mahiru leave until he was outof sight. He sighed when he couldn’t see him anymore and guilt fell on him. Helied to him more than once during their dance. Even if it was for his ownsafety, Sakuya hated lying to Mahiru.

“Well, it looked like you were having fun.” He turned to seeTsubaki step out from behind a tree. Sakuya’s brows furrowed and he threw aknife at him.

“You idiot! Mahiru almost saw you biting that subclass. He’sa human!” He originally came to the pond because Tsubaki ordered him to kill asubclass who lived near the area. The mission completely left his mind when hesaw Mahiru. When he was with Mahiru, he forgot that he was a monster and couldbe a normal human.

“Yes, yes, I know. You don’t want your Mahi Mahi to beinvolved in such nasty business like us vampires.” Tsubaki said with a boredexpression. “That’s why I killed that subclass for you before it couldinterrupt your little dance. You should be thanking me. Even if Mahiru saw me,you can just erase his memory of the entire thing. Maybe you could replace itwith—”

“Don’t joke about this.” Sakuya eyes narrowed but Tsubakionly shrugged. Mahiru didn’t know anything about vampires or that his bestfriend was one. He hoped that he could keep him blissfully ignorant for as longas possible. When they became friends, he made a promise to protect Mahiru fromthe dark world he didn’t know existed.

Okay, I tried ice skating once and ended terribly. I havezero balance and coordination so I can’t ice skate and rollerblade. Also, thisis the last req I’ve gotten.

[100 ways to say,“I love you”] Closed

[velkynkarma]

Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear Karmaaaaa, happy birthday toooo youuuuuu!!! Hope you're having a lovely day filled with lotsa fandom goodness! :) Now, I'm sure you saw the Keith whump prompt coming a mile away so uhh.. Keith takes one for the team and Lance is feeling protective? ;)

Haleykim you got it :) Thanks for the birthday wishes! I hope this suffices…————“Are you in position?” Shiro asks over the comms. Lance can’t see him from from their position yet, but he knows they’re waiting far below for the signal.“As good a position as I’m gonna get,” Lance says.“It’s too exposed,” Keith mutters. He’s crouched beside Lance up on the high catwalk, sword at the ready, although at this moment there’s not much to use it on. They’d snuck up without incident, despite Keith’s tendency to attack anything that moves (and some things that don’t). No one knows they’re here, because Lance actually knows how to do the whole ‘stealth’ thing properly. Honestly, why did Shiro even bother sending Keith with him again?“Anywhere else and I can’t cover the others when they actually get to work,” Lance counters. “It has to be here. I can hit anything from this point.”“We’ll be sitting ducks,” Keith argues. “As soon as the firing starts they’ll know we’re up here, and there’s only one exit. Which they’ll be using.”“That’s why you’re there too, Keith,” Shiro says, with a lot more patience than Lance thinks is fair, really. “You’re covering Lance while he’s covering us. Lance has the advantage of range—the Galra will try to remove that by getting too close for his sniping to be effective to take out the threat he represents.”

Lance bristles a little at the implication that he can’t handle himself in a close-combat fight. Okay, so Keith’s got a sword, and spends a whole bunch of his time punching things up close, and Lance doesn’t—so what? Lance doesn’t need babysitting. He could do this just fine. He doesn’t need Keith sitting there waiting to save his ass.Keith sighs. “I don’t like it,” he says. “Something about this doesn’t feel right.”Lance snorts. At least they’re agreed on that.“We don’t have a choice,” Shiro answers over the comms. “We’ve got a time limit. If we can’t disable that particle barrier in the next ten doboshes, there’s no way we’ll be able to destroy those fighters before they get in the air and start harassing these citizens. It’s now or never. Are you ready?”Keith sets his jaw for a moment, and then says, “Yes.”“Hey, I’m the critical piece here,” Lance snaps. To Shiro, he adds, “I’m good to go,” and summons his bayard, settling it against his shoulder. “Your guardian angel’s waiting, guys.”Keith’s eyes narrow slightly in irritation, but he doesn’t argue. Instead he turns away, back to Lance, and keeps an eye on the doorway to the catwalk.

“Alright,” Shiro says. “Ready? Go!”There’s movement down in the wide open room below as Shiro bursts into view, followed by Pidge and Hunk. They all make a beeline for the massive pylon in the center of the room, which hums loudly. This, according to Pidge and Hunk, is the center of power for the massive particle barrier covering the facility they’ve managed to sneak into. Take it down, and the Galra’s defenses drop, and Allura can wreak havoc with the Castle of Lions and the other races of the Voltron Alliance waiting outside. The three of them don’t waste time on their part of the mission—Hunk and Pidge immediately get to work on the complicated process of messing with the barrier, while Shiro takes up a defensive position in front of them, arm raised and ready.But the Galra won’t make it so easy as that. As soon as Pidge and Hunk get to work, alarms start blaring, and within moments soldiers and sentries start filtering in, weapons at the ready.And that’s where Lance comes in. He grins as he sights his first target down the barrel, a sentry raising its own firearm towards Hunk. “Not on my watch,” he mutters, and fires.The sentry bursts in an array of sparks. Before it even hits the ground Lance turns on his next target, another ranged sentry, and that one bursts in a flash of blue as he fires again. Then a third, and a fourth, and a fifth. He’s firing almost as fast as he can sight, concentrating on any targets below that have the ability to hit his friends from far away. Shiro’s able to handle the remainder in close combat with ease, but Lance backs him up whenever he has a spare tick to keep the press of attackers from overwhelming them.Lance takes down dozens, and Shiro collects his own sizable pile of scrap metal in front of him, but it’s like there’s no end to these guys. Lance is constantly readjusting, constantly firing. Then he hears the banging noise to his right, and feels the tremble of the catwalk faintly beneath him.“Company,” Keith mutters behind him. “They found us. Keep it up, I’ll take care of them.”Sort of the plan to begin with, but Lance is concentrating too hard on his task to make a snappy comeback. “Got it,” he says instead, as he hears Keith stand and rush towards the nearby door. There’s a clang of metal and a wet sounding thud, and the whole catwalk shakes.Annoying, that. Lance hastily readjusts his aim before firing again before the fight on the catwalk shakes it up so much it ruins his shots. He’s had a lot of practice sniping while in motion, at least, and adjust the angle instinctively. Ignoring the fight to his left is a little harder; the grunts and thuds of combat are loud and close, and once he feels the woosh of air on his face from what is definitely way too close. But nobody actually hits him, and he’s able to keep focusing on the swarm below.Okay. Well, he admits grudgingly, maybe Shiro was a little right about sending Keith with him. It’s not like he needs babysitting or anything, but, well, this is kind of useful. It lets him focus on his job without worrying about his life.The swarm finally starts to slow down six doboshes later, and Hunk is able to withdraw from the machine to help Shiro with the fight, mowing down sentries with his own high-powered bayard. A massive Galra officer has arrived, though—the final boss in this mission, Lance thinks—and he looks pissed. One of his arms is solid metal and he’s at least half again Shiro’s height, towering over the team on the ground. Lance decides his shots are best spent helping with that guy, and he levels his rifle bayard at the opponent.“Lance! Look out!”“Almost,” he mutters, lining up the shot. This guy is tricky; he’s so well armored there’s only so many places he can try to hit. “Just a…sec—““Lance!”Something hits him hard from the side at the exact moment he takes the shot. He yelps when he’s bowled over sideways, and the blast from his bayard flies painfully wide. The edges of his curiass dig painfully into his side as he’s slammed into the metal grating of the catwalk, and something heavy presses him down.For a moment the movement dizzies him, but then he blinks and shakes his head as he recovers his wits. “What the hell?” he grouses. “Damn it, Keith! You’re supposed to keep them off me—I lost my shot!” He tries to push himself up—from this angle he can’t see the fight below that well, and he’s not sure if they’re still in trouble. Maybe if he hurries he can still back Shiro and Hunk up against that monster.But the heavy weight holding him down doesn’t leave. Lance has to actively shove it off, and wonders what the hell hit him. It’s too organic to be a sentry, and——and he feels wetness on his fingers, even through the gloves, at the same time he catches sight of the red, white and black of the paladin armor now sprawled next to him.Oh.“Keith!” Lance hisses, wide eyed. “Keith, you’re—bleeding, oh geez—“Keith doesn’t look good. Even flopped on his side where Lance had shoved him, the awful wound in his back and side is still painfully visible. It looks like some sort of blast from a Galra firearm, and the edges of the wound are partially cauterized. But the rest of it bleeds sluggishly and there’s still so much of it and——wait. Wound from a firearm?Lance’s eyes widen, and he snaps up his shield barely in time, leaning forward to crouch over Keith to protect him as well. The blasts smash into the shield in a flurry of sparks, and Lance grunts at the pressure on his arm.The Galra soldier firing approaches on the catwalk, laying down a thick barrage of fire as he paces closer. There’s a nasty-looking wound in one arm and another cracking the armor of his leg, both clearly courtesy of Keith’s bayard. But even so, he limps steadily forward, eyes narrowed and hate in his expression.Lance winces as another shot hits the shield, and glances down at Keith again. Keith’s in a bad way. He looks dazed—not quite unconscious, but clearly in pain. The wound is positioned in such a way that he could only have taken it when turned away from his opponent, but Keith never ran from anyone. Even with his shield broken—and a quick glance at the shattered wrist mount indicates it’s very broken—Keith should have charged right in.Unless…unless Keith had deliberately taken that hit for him.“You idiot,” Lance hisses in a panic, adjusting the shield again. “You stupid…don’t you dare die!”Keith doesn’t respond, but it hardly matters. He definitely will die if that soldier gets close enough. Lance’s shield is already starting to flicker alarmingly from the number of shots it’s taken, and Keith’s bleeding out and can’t even move.Running’s not an option; Keith will die for sure. But he can’t use his bayard and keep the shield up at the same time. The others are below in the middle of their own battle—there’s no rescue coming. What the hell is he supposed to do?You’re the one who insisted you could do this without Keith, he tells himself harshly. How about you prove it for once in your life?Lance sets his jaw. He’s still scared as hell, but now he’s determined, too. Nobody’s dying on his watch. “Hang on, man,” he tells Keith, although he’s not sure the other can even hear him. “One sec and we’ll get you out of here.”He’ll just have to time this really, really perfectly.The soldier fires. It its Lance’s shield, and shatters his last defense in a final burst of smoke and sparks. Already, the soldier is pulling the trigger again—but in the split second in between, Lance raises his own rifle and fires, blasting the firearm out of his opponent’s hands.The soldier howls in pain when the gun is ripped from his claws, but recovers quickly, and immediately lunges. Lance is already moving, ducking away from Keith to lead the fight away from him, and fires again. The blast takes the Galra in the shoulder, but then he’s too close. He lashes out angrily with his claws, scoring a deep gash into Lance’s armor.Lance panics, and immediately tries to backpedal. He lashes out with his bayard like a club as he tries to put a little distance between him and the enemy, and it catches the Galra on the side of the head. The opponent isn’t stunned, but he does stumble sideways—into the railing of the catwalk, and straight over it.The room is full of noise from the battle and the blaring alarms, but Lance swears he’s going to hear that final scream and the awful, sickening crunch far below until his dying day.He’s trembling as he stares at the empty space where the Galra soldier had been, but then he shakes his head. Keith. Focus. The bayard disappears into its thigh holster as he hastily dives for Keith again, pressing his hands over the wound in the red paladin’s side to try and stem the bleeding. “Keith! Keith, hang on, man. You hear me? Stay awake.”Keith doesn’t answer, exactly, but he does groan a little, and curl tighter into a ball, as though trying to stem the pain. Lance moves a hand to Keith’s shoulder to try and hold him still. “Stop that. Stop moving. Just…hang on.”“Lance?” Keith slurs. “What…?”“Oh thank God,” Lance says, relieved. “At least you’re talking. Kind of.” The feel of blood soaking his gloves is awful. He scowls. “The hell did you do that for?”“Do…?”
“You got shot! On purpose!”Keith blinks dazedly. After a moment he seems to remember, and mutters, “Gonna kill you.”“You could’ve died instead!”“Didn’t,” Keith mutters. His eyes slide closed.“Oh no, no no no you don’t,” Lance hisses, half furious and half terrified. “Awake, stay awake, damn it—“But Keith doesn’t listen—because he’s a stubborn, contrary ass like that. Lance can feel his hands shaking as he presses harder on the wound to try and stem the bleeding better, but even that doesn’t get a reaction out of Keith, and that’s when he really starts to get scared.“—ce, what’s going on? Lance! Report, now!”Lance suddenly realizes there’s been yelling going on in his ear for quite some time now, and he’s been tuning it out. “Sorry, Shiro,” he rasps. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to drop cover, I—Keith got shot, I had to—I don’t know—”“Lance.” Shiro’s voice is firm, and Lance cuts himself off mid-ramble. “You’re fine. Calm down. We’re done down here, we need to get out. Can Keith move? Can you help him get down here?”“No, he’s out c—“ Lance freezes when he hears more voices from the door. “Oh, crap. There’s more coming. I can’t take on that many more guys! I barely took out the one and Keith is bleeding—““Lance.” He shuts up again. “Calm down. Breathe. Can you jump? Fly you both down? Hunk will cover you.”“I…I think…yes.” Lance takes a deep breath. “I think…no, I can. But he’s bleeding bad, it’s gonna hurt him.”“Just get him down here. That’s all we need, and we’ll get him out of here safely.”Lance nods, and glances down at Keith. “Sorry, man…this is gonna hurt. A lot, probably,” he mutters under his breath. Removing his hands from blocking the wound feels wrong, but he doesn’t have much of a choice as he loops one of Keith’s arms over his shoulders, and hooks the other around his non-injured side.He leaps off the railing just as the other soldiers burst out the door, and kicks on the jetpack. Keith is all dead weight, and the jetpack struggles to support both of them, but it slows them enough that they don’t meet the same end as that first soldier. The other Galra soldiers try to lean over the railing to fire while they’re helpless in midair, but Hunk’s energy cannon chews up the catwalk near them and keeps them thoroughly distracted.Lance stumbles awkwardly as he finally lands, and Keith almost immediately starts to sink from his shoulders, dripping blood alarmingly. Shiro is there in an instant, and Pidge on the other side. They help steady Lance, and Shiro lifts Keith away from him, supporting the red paladin more easily in his arms. Lance feels a little sick at the sight of so much red staining his and Shiro’s white armor in just a few moments, and at the sticky feel still on his gloves, but he made it. Things are gonna be okay. They got to Shiro, they finished the mission, they’re gonna get out of here and get Keith medical help immediately.“Let’s get out of here,” Shiro orders, as if he can hear Lance’s thoughts.Lance nods shakily, but his hands are surprisingly steady as he summons his bayard again, and takes the point position ahead of Shiro and his unconscious burden. They’ll get Keith out of here. He’ll make sure of it himself if he has to.

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Hi! can you do Supercat 34 and 46 together? Also! You are an amazing writer and I'm glad you share it with all of us!

Thank you so very much! Sorry this took a while, but hopefully it will be worth the wait. Here on A03.

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Kara searched high and low, frantically scouring every damn drawer in the tiny French powder room, leaving no stone unturned. Sunscreen wasn’t something she ever had to worry about herself, but she knew her hostess did, so where could it be? This was the first request she’d made of her in quite a while, and definitely the simplest task she’d ever asked Supergirl to tackle, so if Cat Grant wanted her to pack a bag for the beach, she was determined to get it right. The fact that the other woman still didn’t know her two identities were one in the same, however, was almost a joke at this point. Ever since the CEO called for her after a nasty fall in the Andes, Cat kept in close contact with the Girl of Steel. Kara couldn’t help but check on her as she recovered in a Chilean hospital, or again a few weeks later in Greece, the next month in Barcelona. As soon as she was back on her feet, Cat commenced with the globetrotting, making the best of her sabbatical, even if she did seem a bit lost in every place she landed. Not that she wasn’t an extremely adept tour guide, and Kara certainly loved getting to see the sights and taste the cuisine in each locale. They never ventured far from Cat’s hotel for appearance’s sake, but what little they did explore was remarkable, the view from her suite never failing to stun. They’d sit out on the balcony like nothing had changed, Cat pointing out the Parthenon or the Sagrada Família, pretending to just be two ordinary people who enjoyed catching up with each other, despite all the unanswered questions and secrets left between them. As the months passed and they got closer, Kara had a more difficult time returning to her everyday life. Anywhere in the world with Cat began to feel more like home than National City did these days. Even if she stayed only for an hour or so, Cat seemed to have her spirits lifted, so Supergirl did her best to keep the visits coming.

Which is why she knew it was ridiculous to be panicking over something as basic as sunscreen, but she also didn’t want to leave it out. Finally, she made her way back downstairs in Cat’s lavish vacation home, deciding there was no harm in asking. “Hey, have you seen the…? Oh,” she froze, shutting her eyes, turning around quickly, though not before getting a clear glimpse of Cat’s naked shoulders, bare breasts sitting perfectly beneath chiseled collarbones, small pink nipples staring back defiantly from across the kitchen.   Kara felt like all the air had been knocked out of her lungs. She forced herself to keep breathing. “Oh my god,” she gasped. “I am so…so sorry…” “You don’t have to hide,” Cat told her nonchalantly. “Nothing you haven’t seen before, I’m sure.” “Yes, but…not on you.” “Well, when in Nice,” Cat shrugged. Kara could hear her continuing to move about the room, opening the refrigerator, taking out a bowl of grapes for the road. “I thought you knew topless sunbathing was the custom here.” “I did not,” Kara shook her head emphatically, shifting a little in her own bathing suit and cover up. “Does it make you uncomfortable? Surely where you’re from they aren’t as puritanical as most of Earth’s…” “Actually, we wore a lot more clothes on Krypton,” Kara shared. “Believe it or not.” “Really?” Cat mused. “If you’re that embarrassed, I can…” “No,” Kara assured, not wanting to make her feel insecure in the slightest. “No it’s…it’s fine, really. I just might not join you in…I mean…I might keep mine on if that’s…” “Of course,” Cat smirked a little, drying her hands on a towel before popping another grape into her mouth. “Shall we?“ 

Kara followed her down the dusty steps built into the side of the cliff. It was late in the day, the sun still hot and heavy in the sky, though the orange haze of evening hung over the shimmering water. It was so perfectly picturesque Kara was sure it was just as pretty as any postcard, if only she could have focused on it for more than a second. Instead, her eyes kept wandering back to the small framed woman in front of her, leading the way as they approached the semi-private beach. Her linen pants clung to her hips, blonde, messy hair tossed by the wind as she attempted to sweep it out of her face. Kara could make out the bones in her spine, coupled by strong muscles on either side, tan skin glistening beneath the oil she’d somehow managed to apply on her own. Kara was partly relieved, another, larger part disappointed she wouldn’t be asked to smooth the liquid over her shoulders, across the nape of her neck, making sure she didn’t miss a spot. After a few more yards, Cat spread out the blanket she’d brought for both of them, motioning for Kara to sit. It was a gorgeous day, in one of the most breathtaking spots she’d ever laid eyes on. The sand felt toasty beneath her bare feet. She was happy she’d traded her suit and cape for something more comfortable, though the wrap she wore felt obscenely prudish given the circumstances. She imagined how nice the warm breeze must have felt on Cat’s skin, though she dared not look again as much as she could help it.

They sat in silence for a long time. Kara wondered what the point of this was, asking her to come here, showing her the beach, appearing mostly nude in front of her without any warning. If she wasn’t such a wreck inside about her own feelings, she might have been angry. But the truth was, this is exactly where she wanted to be. For months, she’d felt like they were sailing towards something other than friendship, and maybe this was the first taste of that. She just hadn’t thought seeing more of her would be this…easy.

Then again, what if Cat didn’t really want the girl she’d gotten to know back when things were simpler? What if she thought the person she’d been sharing so much time with, barreling closer and closer to the edge with, was just a superhero, a refugee from another planet, not the clumsy, often awkward woman who’d bent over backwards to make her life easier for the past three years? Suddenly, this, all of this, felt like a betrayal.

She turned back towards Cat, then away again, knowing she had to say something before things got any more complicated.

“Cat?”

“Mm?” the older woman hummed.

“I…” Kara swallowed. “I feel like…I need to tell you something.”

Cat sat up a little, brushing off some of the sand stuck to her forearms. Kara stole another glimpse, not wanting to stare, but knowing she owed it to them both to make eye contact. Her eyes trailed down to her chest automatically, taking in the soft, subtle curve of her cleavage, the color and texture, the sweet freckles she’d never seen before peppered with flecks of sand still lingering there. Quickly, she forced herself to look back up, meeting Cat’s green, patient eyes and gentle smile. She exhaled, letting herself relax, knowing in that moment that the time had finally come.

“I’m not…just Supergirl,” Kara whispered, voice threatening to break, hands wrapped around her knees. “I'm…”

She almost stopped, but then Cat’s hand met hers on top of the blanket, just barely making contact, urging her to continue.

“I’m…me,” the younger woman continued. “Kara.”

“I know,” Cat’s smile widened, even as she rolled her eyes a bit wistfully. “But thank you. For finally telling me. That does mean a lot.”

Kara sighed deeply, letting out another breath as she looked back at the ocean, feeling like the weight of the world had just fallen from her shoulders. She shifted her feet against the sand, feeling her skin tingle where Cat’s hand still rested on top of hers.

“Well, that’s two revelations today. Three, technically,” Cat glanced down at her chest, crossing her arms as the wind picked up. “Should we go for broke with four?”Kara turned to her again, watching goosebumps sprinkle down the length of her arms.

“What do you mean?” she asked.“I think I made a mistake, leaving like I did,” Cat admitted quietly. “I miss CatCo. I miss going into work every day, getting to do something I care about, and more than that, I miss you.”

Kara felt her throat twinge, threatening to close as she felt her heart throb against her lungs.

“These meetings…” Cat kept going. “As much as I appreciate them, just don’t cut it. I find myself…aching to go back to when we spent every day together, even if it was just work. I don’t know why I thought this was the answer, but it’s not, and now I just…want my life back.”“Why did you leave then?” Kara needed more. “Why didn’t you call me…I mean, call…Kara…” “I’ve been avoiding it,” Cat shook her head. “I was afraid…I’d messed things up too much to repair. Afraid of what you might say, or not say…”

Cat’s face was practically white, she looked so raw and uncertain, like maybe she’d just opened up a wound she couldn’t possibly have known was still so fresh. They had spent all this time together, but it couldn’t undo the fact that she’d ignored Kara for the past several months, pretending like she didn’t need her, not asking how things were with Snapper or James or any of that, because it didn’t seem to matter, when clearly it did.

“You should have called,” Kara’s eyes watered as she bit her lip.

“I shouldn’t have left,” Cat told her firmly.

And that was all she needed to hear.

Kara reached across the blanket, taking her face in her hands, bringing their lips together in a crushing kiss.

Cat let out the tiniest noise, almost as if to protest at first, but then her fingers were in Kara’s hair, stroking her cheeks, wiping away her tears as she let herself be kissed like she had never been kissed. Kara’s tongue begged for more, and Cat gave it to her, letting her in as she allowed herself to be wrapped up in strong, shaking arms. Cat pushed them back onto the sand, coming up for air only for a moment before returning to Kara’s lips, marveling at their sureness, holding on to her waist with enough fervor to let her know she was just as sure.

She leaned over the younger woman, feeling her hands, a little less certain than her lips, make their way up her back, touching and teasing her skin before pulling away. Cat smiled down at her, tracing her jawline, blushing for the first time that afternoon as Kara very openly, very consciously stared at her breasts hanging between them. “If you keep looking at me like that…” she swallowed. “…we won’t make it to a bed.“

“Yes we will,” Kara breathed, smiling as she pushed some of Cat’s hair behind her ear. “I’ll make sure of it.”Slowly, she sat up, kissing her again, wrapping her arms around the other woman as she hoisted her into the air, letting Cat’s feet dangle, hands draped around her neck as she carried them back to the house.