#a bunch of feels wrapped up in a fic like it's a present xD

[after-nine-at-the-oasis]

“Hey, Carlos.”

“Hi baby.”

His eyes meet Sam’s, whose own phone is also held up to his ear. He can see the fear there. A bit of resignation, too. He knows it's in his eyes. They both nod, just barely.

TK draws in a shaky breath on the other end of the line.

“This is just our luck, huh?” comes over a few seconds later.

Carlos sniffs against tears that haven't quite yet come, and laughs slightly.

“Yeah. Very us,” he replies.

TK laughs too, barely perceptible over the phone. But Carlos knows. He knows TK. They're both silent, for a moment. The world is panicked yet dull around him – his focus is only on the call.

“I love you, Carlos,” his husband says. His voice breaks. Carlos can hear TK’s tears.

“I love you too, TK.” He can hear the thickness, the wetness in his own voice. He knows TK hears it too. Carlos closes his eyes, hoping for anything that will give the swirling in his chest peace. His mind is oddly quiet, like it's preparing for the end. But his chest, oh, it aches.

“I don't have anything to say,” Carlos whispers. TK sniffs.

“Neither do I,” he says.

“But–” Carlos takes a shaky breath. “I don't want to hang up. I want you here with me.”

He can hear TK’s pain through the silence.

“I know,” returns his husband’s voice.

And so they sit, in silence, for what must be at least a minute. Carlos needs to call his mother, but he can't bear to hang up. He looks over at Sam. There are tears in his eyes, a few in his face, and a smile plastered on even though no one is looking. He must be talking to his kids.

A stab in his stomach. They were so close. So close to having that.

Carlos looks away again.

“I wouldn't change a single thing,” Carlos says, breaking the silence. TK takes in a breath, he can hear it. “Anything that happened so that we could have these last 5 years.”

A small sob.

“I wouldn't either,” comes the reply. “I'd do anything to have those years.”

Carlos feels a tear slip down his cheek.

“We make a pretty good team, don't we?” he offers back.

He can feel a smile sneaking into his face, and TK laughs wetly.

“Yeah,” he says, and Carlos can hear his smile. Can see it in his mind’s eye.

They both know they need to go.

“Thanks for taking care of my heart,” TK whispers. Carlos makes some small, sad noise.

“Thanks for watching over mine,” he whispers back.

Smiles still on their faces, he knows.

“I love you,” says TK.

“I love you,” he returns.

The call ends.

Carlos registers a hand being placed on his shoulder. He turns to see Sam, eyes a bit red, surely matching Carlos. The other man squeezes his shoulder briefly, and Carlos returns the gesture.

They let go, and just hang there for a moment. Timeless, it feels.

Then, Carlos calls his mother.

“Carlitos,” she answers. He can hear the tears in her voice too.

“Mamá,” Carlos says, and his voice wavers. He clears his throat.

“I just wanted to say I love you.”

“I love you too, mijo. Te quiero mucho.”

“Te quiero mucho,” Carlos manages to repeat.

He ends the call.

Barely five seconds after he does, his surroundings start to bustle again. Loud voices, quickly moving people. It's time, he supposes.

Carlos takes a shaky breath, as deep as he can manage.

His father’s ring sits on his right pinky finger. His wedding band is on his left ring finger. His cross pendant rests on his chest.

Carlos gets down and prepares for impact.

[woos-lil-oreo]

Love Scene

Pairing: Song Min Gi x Female! Reader

Word Count: approximately 3.1k words

Warnings: Slight Voyeurism???, Mentions of alcohol consumption, cursing/swearing, biting, spitting, Reader is a slight pillow princess, UNPROTECTED SEX (plastic wrap your peenie weenies), oral sex (fem receiving), fingering, slight use of pet names... I think that's it.

Author's Note: Most of this is a BIG self-indulgence XD and that Mingi gif always get me going... AnYwAyS, This fic is NSFW!!!! If you are uncomfy, do not read! If I miss anything, please tell me. If you wanna join the taglist, send me an ask and let me know. Don't steal... all that ✨ jazz ✨ music. Drink your water and enjoy my dirty lil harlots 😉

Taglist: @shusan @woowommy @ceopjy @joongsprincess @yunhofingers

Intro and Masterlist ✨

This is the happiest day of your life. You are dolled up in a beautiful snow-white dress decorated in speckled sequins and intricate rhinestone designs.

Your makeup is simple yet glamourous with a simple natural smoky eye with a shimmer in the inner corners. There is this aural glow of happiness around you, and you genuinely feel like a princess.

You are standing in front of your handsome fiancée with your hands holding each other, who is decked out in a simple black suit with a white dress shirt accented with a deep royal blue tie and shiny black Oxfords.

Hongjoong’s friend, Maddox, recites the point in the script where the vows would be repeated by you and your soon to be husband.

The vows. A spiritual binding of words that will connect the two of you until the end of eternity… or until you two get tired of each other, whichever comes first.

As you repeat after Maddox, Mingi’s eyes glisten with tears of joy. As much as he willed himself not to, one little miscreant of a tear dared to fall. You drop one of your hands to go wipe the tear stream off of his cheek.

The guests proceed to awe in adoration. Seonghwa fans his eyes to prevent his tears from falling, while Hongjoong is sporting a runny nose and a giant crocodile tear down his cheek, clinging to Seonghwa’s shoulder.

As you listen to Mingi recite his vows, tears start to well up in your eyes. You grip Mingi’s hand a little tighter to calm yourself because your makeup is beautifully done, and you’d be damned if you let a teardrop and a dried tear stain appear on your cheek. Jae-hee would have your ass. You got through the ceremony without tears!

“By the power vested in me, I pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride.” Maddox proclaims. You turn to Mingi, who now has one of the brightest smiles ever on his face, and he leaves a nice, sweet, lingering peck on your lips, still holding your hands.

“Oh, come on, you can do better than that!” Wooyoung screams out, earning himself a nice smack to the forehead from Yeosang. Wooyoung winces and rubs the spot while the guests laugh at their interaction and turn back to you when Mingi lets go of your hand and smirks.

Mingi pulls you to his chest, grabs you by the waist – pulling you close to him – and kisses you. As the kiss gets deeper, he places his hand on your cheek – steadying your head, and your hands work their way to the back of his head.

The crowd begins to root the two of you on, and Jae-hee screams out, “You guys are literally about to get a room!” You both pull away from each other and look at your husband. Mingi has a very thin layer of shimmer lip gloss on his mouth, and his cheeks and the tips of his ears are red.

A now very flustered and blushy boi Maddox quickly recollects himself from what he just witnessed and mutters, “They don’t pay me enough,” with a chuckle before he announces, loud and proud, “I-I now present to you, Mr. and Mrs. Song Min Gi!”

Everyone stands up from their seats and creates a round of applause as the newlywed couple leads the processional to the area where the wedding party, which is beautifully attired in soft peach pink dresses and deep royal sapphire blue accented suits, is to take pictures of one of the most important days you will never forget.

~25 minutes later~

The host has completed the introductions for the most chaotic wedding party that has ever existed, and everyone is getting to their seats in the venue.

The reception hall is absolutely stunning! The same colors of the wedding party are accented with gold. Diamonds are loosely scattered across the table, tealight candles alit floating in water vases, giving the room a soft glow in addition to the dimmed lighting.

The caterers are dressed in a clean white shirt, a black vest, and slacks. The guys have a royal blue sleeve garter, and the girls a soft peach one.

Once everyone has settled at their tables, Jae-hee and Yunho approach the front of the makeshift stage to make their toasts as Maid of Honor and Best Man.

Jae-hee grabs the microphone first, and she is already tearing up, and she is usually not one for emotion often. “Y/N, we have been friends for so long… we are practically sisters. I’ve watched you grow into a beautiful and confident woman… and even though I put you through some shit….” All of ATEEZ shakes their head and groan in agreement, and the rest of the guests laugh in response.

Jae-hee rolls her eyes and continues. “I’m so happy that you have found the love of your life and that I wasn’t the first to get married.” You roll your eyes and get up to hug her, and she meets you halfway. While in her embrace, she whispers, “I love you, baby girl,” and you respond with the same hushed tone, “I love you, too,” letting one measly tear run.

You two kiss each other’s cheek, and you return to your seat, and Jae-hee returns to the stage. She grabs Yunho’s handkerchief to dab away her tears before they fall through mascara. “Mingi, I officially welcome you into the messy integration that is our family.” Mingi chuckles and nods in response.

The mic is passed to Yunho. “Mingi, you have grown into an immaculate young man who is decorated with accomplishments and people who love you. I’m really proud of you, and I wish you two the best of luck. Y/N, I have watched you become each other’s yin and yang. You may be a bit of a handful,” you roll your eyes and chuckle. “… But we love you so much, and we welcome you into our quote – end quote ‘messy integration that is our family.’” Yunho walks over to give you a kiss on the cheek, and bro hugs Mingi.

“Cheers!” After an emotional toast from Hongjoong and Seonghwa, it was time for the party to begin, and I mean both aspects of the term. Which explains why you are now seated in a chair in the middle of the dance floor. Mingi is standing across from you with a slightly evil glint in his eye.

Hope You Do by Chris Brown blares through the speakers in the venue. You immediately cover your warm cheeks with your hands to conceal the blush and warmth there, knowing what is to come. Mingi starts to remove his suit jacket… and Yeosang, Yunho, and surprisingly, Jongho remove their coats as well.

As the trio wines and grinds on the floor behind the Groom, Mingi moves closer towards you to go and remove your garter.

When he reaches you, he does not even take the time to bunch up your dress and goes straight into hunting for the garter. His big hands rub around the top of your knees to find it.

When he does, he drops his hands to the floor to give himself leverage. He proceeds to leave a speckled trail of kisses up your leg and bites right below the garter, causing you to yelp in surprise and the crowd to holler out.

Mingi drags the garter down your leg to your ankle and removes it from your foot. At this point, there is a tension between you two that begs and pleads to be relieved.

Mingi stands to his feet, grabbing your hands to guide you straight up off the chair. You two make eye contact, and you can see the tension. “Alright young bachelorettes, come out to the floor and catch you a bouquet!” The host says in the mic, and all the women move to the floor, ready to start drinking, the actual after-party, and the real fun.

When all participants are on the floor, you pretend to throw the bouquet to keep them on edge. After a few false turns, you finally throw, and Jae-hee sprints to the front to catch it effortlessly.

“Yeahhh bitches, I’m next to get married!!!” She jumps up and down as you laugh and the other ladies leave the floor.

The host announces that it is the fellas’ turn to come out on the floor. It was not as many males as females, but there was a good amount present. Mingi played the same card as you: pretending to throw the garter until he did.

In an ironic twist of events, Jongho caught it on the top of his head like a flower crown. When he patted his head to confirm he sort of caught it, he made eye contact with Jae-hee.

They both quickly look away with a bright pink flush on their cheeks, which causes you and Mingi to laugh together. He wraps his arms across your shoulder blades and squeezes your shoulder. You look at him questioningly, and he nods to the door. You nod and grab his hand, running to the back door with your husband.

Seonghwa will have your ass for running out and leaving him and Hongjoong to clean up your mess, but that is a tomorrow problem, and you have more… pressing matters to deal with.

Mingi is flying down the street with you in the back seat to compensate room for your dress. As he tries to get to your home without getting a ticket, you untie his tie and proceed to rub down his chest, slow and meticulously popping one button after another.

Before you could decorate his neck in pretty little hickeys and love bites, the car jerks to a stop, and he power strides to your door and opens it. He grabs you in his arms bridal style out of the vehicle.

You were surprised at how easy he made that look, especially with all of the extra fluff on your dress. He carries you into the threshold with ease, kissing you as if his life depends on it.

When Mingi blindly finds your room, he puts you down on your feet, spins you around, and begins to unzip your dress. He kisses under your ear and down your neck as your dress pools around your feet. He breaks away to rest his forehead on yours.

“As much I would love to pound you into the mattress right now, I would like for our first time as a married couple to be gentle,” he breathes out. You nod your head, and he slowly turns you around to unclip the black strapless bra, allowing your breasts to drop.

He returns his mouth back to your neck and softly twists your nipple between his fingers, eliciting tingles to run all over your body. As good as the feeling was, you remove Mingi’s hand and spin around to face your husband. You walk backward until the back of your legs hit the mattress and lean back.

MIngi crawls on top of you and slowly kisses you. You can feel the passion and love through it, causing you to shiver. Mingi, once again, pulls away from you to drag your black lace panties down your legs. He throws them across the room and stands from the bed, peeling away the dress shirt you opened in the car.

The shirt drops to the floor, and he begins to unbuckle his belt, dropping it to the floor. The pants come next, along with the boxer briefs, and they pooled around his ankles. You bite your finger and lick your lips with lust-darkened eyes as you are being blessed with this private show.

Mingi returns to your V of your legs and brings your ankle to his mouth, leaving delicate kisses down the inner side of your leg until he reaches the inner thigh, where he leaves a bite – causing you to giggle and squirm a bit.

He lifts himself to where his penis grazes your labia. He rubs the tip along your slit and teases the tip inside of your core. “You ready, baby?” He sticks the reddened tip inside, just to pull it back out, and repeats this a couple times until you are a whining and moaning little mess. He finally pushes his dick past the tip and slowly moves into you, allowing you to feel every vein and ridge of his cock.

You moan in relief and very, very, VERY slight pain due to his girth, and Mingi doesn’t stop until he is at the hilt, meeting you pelvis to pelvis. He doesn’t move for a second, trying to collect himself before he busts in you from the tightness of your honey pot. You shiver as he pants in your neck, leaving goosebumps wherever his warm minty breath hits.

You grind your hips around, signaling that you have adjusted to his size, and he moans out at the action. He begins to pump inside very slowly in and out of you, with his brows scrunched and his bottom lip being bitten.

You hear the squelching noises from his slow pace. When you started getting louder, Mingi moves a bit faster, seeing that you are slowly reaching your orgasm, and frankly, so is he. “Baby, I love you so much,” he mutters like a mantra as he helps you both reach new heights.

You two have made love before, but never to this extent. After every mutter, your heart from knowing that this is the man you will spend the rest of your life with. You place your hand on the back of Mingi’s neck to kiss him, but before your lips could make contact, Mingi stops.

He licks the base of his thumb and places a firm pressure on your clitoris, and then kisses you, his tongue swirling around your own. You two are seeing specks of light under your eyelids from cumming so hard. It may not have been anything degrading, rough or intense in that sense. Still, it was absolutely beautiful joining souls with your lover.

~The Next Morning~

You wake up feeling floaty, like you are lying on a cloud. Your husband is asleep with his arm draped around your waist. As you face Mingi, his features are soft, and it looks like he is in bliss. You place your hand on his cheek and caress the apple.

When you are done admiring your husband, you carefully move his arm to his side to make breakfast. You are successful in not waking Mingi and hop out of bed, still naked from last night’s escapades. “Wow, it feels nice to say that,” you think as you grab your husband’s dress shirt and run to the bathroom to clean Mingi’s cum that has dripped down your leg.

~A few minutes later~

You are now in the kitchen, whipping up some waffle batter. The table is decorated with a nicely plated array of bacon and a bowl of freshly washed and cut fruit. You finish plugging in the waffle iron when your husband wraps his arms around your shoulders and spins you around.

He quickly lifts you on the counter. “Good morning, Mrs. Song.” He says huskily from his morning voice. You try to reply with a greeting, but Mingi catches the words in your mouth. Your lips are smashed together from Mingi’s fervency, and his long and slender fingers start to move down to your hole.

“Oh my goodness, babe. You’re so wet for me.” He teased. You moan out while he rubs your entrance, spreading your slick up and down. “You like this, don’t you?” He asks when he pushes a finger in, causing you to scream in response. “Those weren’t proper words, but I’ll take it.” He responds while adding another finger in and drastically changing his pace. You cry out due to the incredible speed. Mingi looks up at you.

Your head is tilted back, tiny pants coming from your mouth, and hands grabbing the counter as if to ground yourself. Mingi lets a drop of spit fall from his mouth and adds another finger to add more lubrication and bring you closer to climax.

You start to squirm on the counter, which is now soaked in your fluids, and whimper softly. A telltale sign that you are almost there; you just need that one little push. Mingi kneels down to be face to face with your cunt, and he stares at your dripping core as if he was hypnotized by how well you are taking his digits.

A loud moan from you knocks him out of his trance, and he adds one more finger and starts to apply suction on your button. A blinding white light flashes behind your eyelids, and a fuzzy warmth roams all over your body.

You breathe heavily from your high, and Mingi slows his speed, allowing you to ride out your orgasm. He slowly removes his fingers, causing you to whimper from overstimulation, and brings them to your mouth.

You immediately open your mouth to welcome in the appendages and begin to suck them as if your life depends on it. The spit dribbles from your mouth down your chin and along Mingi’s forearm. He gently pulls at your jaw to open your mouth and spits in your mouth.

“Swallow.” He growls, and you do not think twice about disobeying him. He returns to kiss you, mixing your natural taste with your juices and his tongue.

He pulls away, and your fucked out state is adorable: your eyes are dilated from here to Hell, saliva glistening your chin, your cheeks are heavily flushed, and your ass is drenched with your cum.

“If this is what I wake to every morning, I’m not complaining.” Mingi chuckles. “You didn’t even get to have breakfast yet.” You laughed. He looks with an eyebrow raised… “Oh, you meant actual food?” You nod your head.

“As long as I have you, I don’t think I’ll need anything else.” He cheesily says. “Yeah, sure, that’s not what your body will be saying.” You retaliate as you jump off the counter, cringing when you hear your butt peel off the corner from your juices.

Mingi laughs, grabs some paper towels to clean that. When he’s done, he washes his hands and proceeds to help you cook so you two can build the stamina to christen the rest of your home together. Well, christen is not the right word… more like fuck like rabbits until the morning light returns.

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Stranger In The Crowd

Corpse Husband x Reader (Female)

Warnings: None

Genre: FLUFF, Humor, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: Having recently ended the process of moving, Y/N is rightfully very tired but also very excited for the new chapter of her life. Funnily enough, this new chapter includes a newly formed long distance friendship/crush with a very special person from San Diego.

Requested by @boiled-onionrings Hi darling! Thank you so much for your wonderful request and I’m really sorry you’ve had to wait so long for it to be posted but here it finally is and I hope you enjoy the read! Love, Vy ❤

I let out a heavy sigh, relieved to finally be at home after such a long day of standing around in the Georgia heat with only a thin layer of fabric to protect my eyes and head from the scorching sun. Yeah, anyone who says that tent did well at protecting everyone under it today is nothing but a liar. I was in a short, strapless white summer dress, the fabric of which barely had any weight and consistency to provide heat of its own yet I still damn near melted. Ok, I’ll admit, some of the roasting heat probably came from the energy and force I put into singing the songs of my band’s new album ‘Starting At The End’. 

The mini concert we held in this large open field was meant as an introduction to the city of Savannah where all the band members - myself included - are actually from but we all moved to the West Coast to pursue our music career. And now that we’ve grown, and the majority of us are married, one of us is a father now as well, we’ve decided to return to our hometown. The decision was so spontaneous and was executed so quickly due to no one objecting to it that it still hasn’t me that I’m no longer in LA. The heat isn’t helping my ‘processing’ process but I’ll get to it eventually. Do I miss LA though? Not sure I do - I think I more miss the people I was closer to while I was there.

Suddenly, as if perfectly timed, my phone dings, notifying me that I’ve received a message. I don’t have to look to know it’s from - there’s only one person I actively text and his name is....

C ~ Your virtual buddy Corpse here, making sure you didn’t die of a heatstroke today. If you did indeed survive, just reply to this message, if not....don’t do anything, I guess.

I can’t help but giggle at the sight of the message. I promised Corpse I’d text him after the concert to let him know I was ok, but the even dragged out for longer than anticipated so I’m guessing he got worried.

How cute.

Me ~ Alive and well, but I do feel like a popped tire of an overloaded truck. Hope that’s a visually appealing description

Corpse and I met on the charity livestream Jacksepticeye organized and invited our band to so we could play Among Us with some of the best gamers and streamers on the internet. It was a huge honor and a ton of fun, definitely an event I’d like to repeat in the near future because I had such a good time and I know all my bandmates did too. We all got acquainted and even became official friends with the gamers that were practically our hosts, Corpse becoming the closest friends I’d earn. That livestream happened months ago and we still text just as consistently.

C ~ Oh I know EXACTLY what you mean. Anyway, as to not exhaust you further to force you into typing, how about you send me pictures to sum up your thoughts and emotions and plans for the evening

This is OUR THING trademark, mine and Corpse’s and no one can take it away from us. It’s a significant element of our friendship that enables us both to understand one another when one of us feels the way I described in my message - a popped tire or a deflated balloon. I’m usually the exhausted one - blame the many shows we do and the many meet-and-greets we organize for our lovely fans. It’s the type of exhaustion none of the band members mind at all, but we definitely need some time to recover from it.

As I go to sit down on my couch, the flower crown I’ve been wearing slips off the top of my head, falling on the floor, creating a soft noise that attracts the attention of one of my many cats - Sasha. She’s the youngest and most curious kitty in the family, always protected by the other four - Luna, Cassie, Silver and Lynn. Those four are far lazier and a lot more disinterested in comparison to Sasha who immediately runs over to see what’s fallen.

I smile to myself, taking the flower crown and undoing it to lessen it by a few stems to make it smaller, all the while being watched by the curious Sasha whose interest is rewarded in the end when I put the now adorably tiny flower crown on her head.

While she still hasn’t shaken the thing off I manage to snap a pic which I send to Corpse who opens it mere seconds after it was delivered. 

C ~ Sasha’s pulling off your aesthetic better than you. Sorry, someone had to let you know

I burst out laughing for two reasons - 1.The message itself, damn it! It’s hilarious; 2. Corpse has learnt the name of each one of my cats and never mixes them up - not even Luna and Lynn who look almost identical. That amount of attention to detail is astonishing and very meaningful to me, it genuinely warms my heart and that may or may not be dramatic but it’s definitely not exaggerated.

Me ~ You think I haven’t caught on yet? 

C ~ Well, if it makes you feel any better you pull off my aesthetic better than I do

He’s referring to the e-girl look I did for one show the band had in downtown LA one night. I was drunk and looking forward to trying new things so I improvised the hell out of my outfit but I apparently looked presentable enough to leave a good impression on Corpse despite the pic I sent him being a bit blurry and being a mirror selfie in the bathroom of the very bar we were performing in. It goes without saying that the mirror was dirty too - had a bunch of writing on it which Corpse said only added to the aesthetic. Looking back on it now I kinda agree, and luckily so did the fans in the comments of that same photo when I posted it on Instagram.

Me ~ Means a lot actually. Nowhere near enough to aid the burn of having a cat pull off cottagecore better than I do, but still helps XD

As if sensing that we’re talking about her, Sasha hops on the couch, poking her head over my phone to look down at the screen.

Now this is gonna be golden.

I take a selfie with my phone in my lap, the camera capturing both me and Sasha at a rather unflattering angle which has me losing my mind laughing when I send the picture to Corpse who immediately sends back a string of cry-laughing emojis.

C ~ I can’t tell which one of you is cuter

Me ~ If that was a compliment, I gotta say I appreciate it greatly

C ~ Just telling the truth ;)

It’s times like these that the butterflies in my stomach remind me just why I’ve started catching feelings for this man despite all the distance between us and despite barely knowing him - he knows me more than I know him but I don’t mind it, oddly enough.

I’m fond of our connection and though I sometimes dream of something more, I’m also content with what we already have considering that ‘something more’ seems rather unattainable as of now.

My phone dings again, clearing the fog of thoughts and presenting me with a new message from Corpse.

C ~ Oh, by the way, look what I got....

That message is followed up by a picture of a ticket. A plane ticket to Georgia! 

While I’m still busy stomaching this and dealing with my quickly rising excitement, he sends another message.

C ~ I hope to catch a The Silver Rays concert while I’m there. Heard they had an adorable frontwoman ;)

My breath catches in my throat as a wide grin spreads across my face. The thought of having Corpse so close to me sends those aforementioned butterflies in my stomach into a raving mood and they practically explode my insides with excitement and joy like I’ve never felt it before. I can’t wrap my brain around the fact that we’re about to go from having an entire country between us, to being just some ways away - him in the audience and me on stage without a single clue of who to look for. That’s part of the excitement though, I guess, part of the guessing game that’s gonna make our meeting all the more interesting.

He’ll be a stranger in the crowd and I’ll be a performer on a stage - seemingly two people who have no relation whatsoever. But damn does it go beyond that: No one has to know how hard I’m falling for that stranger in the crowd.

Me ~ I’ve heard so too, can’t confirm it though

If this is gonna be a guessing game, I’ll flip the tables a bit - I won’t take any guesses. I’ll let the answer come to me. I’ll give the first move over to the stranger in the crowd, let’s see what he does.

C ~ I’ll check and let you know, don’t worry

Not worried whatsoever, Corpsie. I’m not worried at all.

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I have wings, so why do I feel so stuck to the ground like never before? (Fic snippet #5)

Okay, here’s another snippet! XD I’m really enjoying writing these snippets each day, my writing skills are getting a real good work out lol 😁 Also I want to thank all you guys again, this wouldn’t be as fun as it is without your lovely comments, so again thank you 💙 *hugs you guys tightly*  

I hope you guys enjoy this and hopefully this snippet it’s a bit less depressing then the last one lol 😅 (Also I stayed up pass my bedtime to get this done lol 😁😅)

Snippet 1 | Snippet 2 | Snippet 3 | Snippet 4 

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He was slumped against the side of the sofa in the common room of the tower, feeling all sorts of exhausted. His wings were ruffled and dirty, his suit was not much better; ripped in multiple of places. 

He was sure he was going to spend the foreseeable future sewing those up, he thought with a yawn, covering his mouth with his hand. And the thing that brought the whole exhausted look together were the bandages hastily wrapped around cuts. 

He just didn’t have the energy to deal with them right now.  And he knew that if Virgil knew, he would be despairing at the fact he hasn’t treated his wounds yet but he was tired...

The bandages were enough for now and, anyway, his body healed a lot faster than normal, a result of his mixed DNA. They could wait for a bit...

Along with the healing faster, his whole metabolism was just generally faster, meaning that a whole range of medications just didn’t work for him.  

It was truly a bit scary how much he didn’t know about his own body, he didn’t know how his body worked or how it would react to things. There was a whole other part of him, a foreign alien part that he just didn’t understand. 

The same sentiment was shared with all the unlucky medical professionals that had to treat him. Most of the stuff he know about his body, he learnt from first hand experiences. 

He has broken his bones enough times to figure out that they were hollow inside, but somehow still crazy strong and able to withstand lots of force. (Him being able to fly still out right broke physics, but he has long ago given up trying to figure it out)

He knew he could still get sick from normal germs, because he experienced it, and found out in the process that his alien-half was both a blessing and a curse. 

On one hand, he recovered slightly faster because of his alien DNA, but on the other, his heightened senses, which he got from his alien side, made the whole experience one thousand times worse!

Saying it was not fun, would be an understatement of the century.  

The fast metabolism thing also meant he had to eat more, not as much as a speeder but definitely more then a human. And on a hourly wage like his, that was a hard challenge to fulfil. 

He normally went feeling slightly hungry most of the time, it wasn’t that bad, he gotten used to it. 

He wasn’t the only one looking or feeling exhausted, he thought as he looked around the room with tired eyes. Beast Boy was spread out on the sofa, starring blankly up at the ceiling, half asleep; his uniform dirty and torn in places as well. 

Impulse was sitting in front of the sofa, his head tilted back against the sofa as he snored, sound asleep and covered in mud. Even Red Robin looked tired, his cape discarded next to him as sat cross-legged on the floor; his computer sitting on the coffee table in front of him.

There had been a mass breakout at local prison and so they been out most of the night rounding up them up. They had just gotten back a little while ago and so were dead tired from a night of no sleep. All the others had disappeared to other parts of the tower to recuperate a while ago, leaving just the four of them now.  

He yawned again, dropping his head back against the sofa; blinking tiredly. Red Robin glanced over at him. “Tired?” Red Robin questioned. 

He smiled softly, “as if you ain’t?” 

Red Robin rolled his eyes, small fond smile on his lips. “Nah, chasing down bunches of criminals in the night is my usual..” Despite saying this, a second later Red Robin yawned.

He smirked. 

Red Robin glared at him, “Don’t. Say. A. Word...” 

He grinned at Red Robin, titling his head to the side with a innocent look. “Say what?” He questioned cheekily, leaning forward and resting his chin on his palm. 

Red Robin just glared harder, before grinning, and picking up his discarded cape and throwing it at him, hitting square in the face. He yelped as he got a face full of muddy cape, falling backward as he battered the muddy fabric away, his wings flailing about. 

Red Robin started laughing. 

And before long, he followed suit, a warm feeling in his chest. 

He didn’t know how he did it, especially with Batman seeming to not like him, for obvious ‘former assassin’ shaped reasons, but somehow...Somehow he has become friends with Red Robin and Nightwing. 

Other than Miss Martian, Nightwing and Red Robin were the closest he has ever gotten with anyone in the superhero world. He guessed that closeness was most present in the fact he knew their secret identities, and they knew his past and who his family was. 

He had figured it out on his own, (A fact he was sure Batman probably hated. Also, Tracy Industries was better than Wayne Enterprises!) The same way they had figured out who his family was. 

Nobody else knew he was a Tracy or that his family was international rescue; he sure didn’t feel comfortable sharing such a personal fact with anybody else. Especially the international rescue part, he was not going to betray his family’s trust by revealing that secret to anybody. 

Red Robin, he got along really well with. They have been known to work on cases together, and just being...well good friends. 

And as for Nightwing... 

Honestly the guy sort of taken him under his wing in a sense, seeing that he needed some kind of guiding figure. (Though there was only so far he’ll let Nightwing go in that aspect, he already had four big brothers and that was enough for him...) 

Though he has a feeling Nightwing has ultimate motive for doing that, because didn’t his big brother Scott go to college with someone with the last name Grayson? 

At the end of the day, it just felt good to know that there were people in the superhero community that he could rely on, that knew his whole past and despite his mind constantly telling him otherwise, did care about him...

It didn’t fix the gaping hole in his chest where his brothers belonged and were missing, but...

But...It just felt good anyhow... 

[lovemybluebully]

Is This a Joke?

Ugh! I'm late AGAIN getting a holiday fic up, but I spent a bit of time on it so I'm gonna post it anyways. Hope you'll still enjoy it! I wanted to get it up at least before the new year started, and it’s 11:30PM here so I managed to pull it off! YAY!! Happy New Year everyone!! And of course it's a tickle fic because, yeah, I can't help myself. XD Summary: It's Venom's first Christmas, and he and Eddie agree to exchange gifts for the holiday. Eddie can't resist having some fun with the idea at his buddy's expense, but then Venom decides to have a little fun of his own. M/M Tickle Fic

Word Count: 3,290

Just like every other holiday that came up, Eddie had to explain everything there was to know about Christmas to his symbiote companion; the origin, what it stood for, the religious customs and traditions that came with it. Everything.

Venom was definitely the curious type, and predictably flooded Eddie with questions about every little thing they came across when walking through the city. Finally Eddie had ended up introducing Venom to the internet and the Google search engine where every answer he desired could be easily found. Though the one concept that Venom had become particularly excited about was the exchanging of gifts. After Eddie had explained how it worked Venom was eager to get in on the action and find something special for his human friend. They agreed to take a day separated from the other so that they could keep their gifts a surprise. Venom had actually took on another host temporarily in order to purchase something without being detected. Later when they had reconnected and Venom was back inside of Eddie's body it wasn't long before he was pestering the man about what he may have gotten for him. "What did you get us, Eddie? Is it something delicious? Can we eat it? Hmm? Tell us tell us tell us!" Each word was enunciated with ticklish pokes into Eddie's sides, making the reporter giggle and smack at the playful symbiote tentacles with his hands. "I caahaan't tell you, asshole! Heehehehee, it's a surprise!" If Venom wanted to he could easily obtain the answer, but he wasn't trying that hard to get Eddie to spill the beans. He was actually moved that his host wanted to surprise him with something, and had vowed not to probe inside his mind for the week so that the secret wouldn't be spoiled.

Still he couldn't help but wonder and daydream about what it might be. In fact the alien had been so lost in his thoughts that he'd been a lot quieter than usual for the past few days; something Eddie took notice of as he chuckled to himself.

"What?"

"You. Still trying to figure out what I got for you, huh?"

"We like surprises, Eddie, but the anticipation is killing us!"

"Don't worry, it's Christmas Eve so you'll find out tomorrow."

Venom smiled in the most giddy way that Eddie had ever seen, and it was definitely funny to see the monstrous alien in this type of light. Eddie laughed and scratched the symbiote head under the chin as he nodded towards the few presents placed underneath the small tree in his apartment. "In the morning those'll all be yours, buddy." ............................................................ "Eddie......"

"Eddie!"

"............EDDIE!" As he opened his eyes Eddie unsuccessfully stifled his laughter when he found Venom grinning into his face with a fluffy Santa hat on his head. It really tickled him to see that Venom had embraced the Christmas spirit like this.

"Get up, Eddie! Get up! It's Christmas morning!"

"Is it? I had no idea. Well I doubt Santa left anything for a couple losers like us," the man smirked as he sat up and stretched out his arms before rubbing his hands over his tired face. "Screw that fat guy. I know Eddie didn't forget us," Venom smiled, pulling on his host's arm to hoist him out of the bed.

"Alright I'm up, I'm up," Eddie smiled as he slid out from underneath his warm blankets and allowed Venom to drag him over to their Christmas tree. The symbiote was acting just like a little kid would on this holiday morning. Shifting into his humanoid form, Venom crouched on the floor anxiously as he watched Eddie select a present from all the others. "Here," the journalist handed him the large package, "Open this one first."

Not wasting any time, Venom quickly used his claws to tear away the wrapping paper as he revealed a big box of assorted chocolates. His eyes lit up when he saw what it was as a bit of drool began to seep from his mouth.

"Thank you, Eddie! We can't wait to try some!"

He had already started to open up the box, but Eddie held out a hand to stop him.

"Why don't we wait until we've had breakfast first, ok buddy?"

"Ok, Eddie," Venom pouted a little as he reluctantly agreed. He perked up though when Eddie handed him another gift.

"Alright, now this one. I think this'll come in handy for you," his mouth twitched as if he were trying to hold back a smile, but Venom didn't seem to notice since all his focus was on the package in his hands. "This is heavier than the last one. Is it more chocolates?!" The symbiote asked excitedly as Eddie put a hand over his own mouth to hide his smirk and simply nodded. "Maybe. Open it and see."

A few seconds later the wrapping paper was shredded and Venom was left staring dumbfounded at the box in front of him. "...........What. Is. This?" "You can't tell? It's an electric toothbrush. We gotta keep those teeth of yours all squeaky clean with all that chocolate you're eating, don't we?" His attempt at keeping a straight face was beginning to fail as he watched his friend's eyes narrow in annoyance. "Is this some kind of joke?" Venom growled as he ripped the toothbrush from it's packaging and switched it on, staring at it with contempt as it began to buzz and vibrate. "What's wrong? Don't you like it?" Eddie couldn't stop himself and had fallen over laughing now, which was the wrong thing to do because Venom was quick to pounce on him. The symbiote wasn't angry about his host's practical joke, though he did have revenge on his mind. Strong tendrils wrapped around the reporter's arms and stretched them over his head with Eddie still laughing too much to object.

"Eddie wants to laugh, hm? Well we'll give him something to really laugh about." Eddie's giggles turned more frantic and hysterical when a mass of tendrils started to tickle up and down his sides, expertly honing in on the weakest spots. Having just gotten out of bed his only attire was a worn-in t-shirt and a pair of sweat pants, which left him pretty vulnerable for such an attack; he was doomed.

"Okaahaay! Okaahaahay, it wahahas a baahaad idee-heeheeheea!" Eddie giggled madly as he made pathetic attempts to squirm away, knowing there was no escape and that he'd might as well save his energy. "I think you knew we'd react this way. Sounds to us like you were asking for it, weren't you?"

"Nohoho! I'd nehehehever! I haa-hate beheeheeing tihihickled!"

Venom could see in his mind that Eddie didn't truly mean that, and that his thoughts were nothing but gleeful delight. Despite his words, Eddie was enjoying this fooling around and so Venom saw no reason to back off just yet.

"Well that's a shame, Eddie, because that's what I got you for Christmas.....lots and lots of tickles!" The tickling on his ribcage intensified as Eddie threw his head back in howling laughter, though continued to jokingly provoke his alien buddy.

"Ehehahahahaa! Wehehell thaahaat's a shihihitty presehehent! I hohope you g-got a gihift receipt!"

"It's non-returnable. Too bad for you. You'll just have to accept my present," Venom chuckled while one of his tendrils picked up the electric toothbrush so he could examine it more closely as he pressed the switch to turn it on. He then noticed how Eddie's t-shirt had bunched up from all his thrashing to reveal part of his belly. Now he had a very evil idea. "Hmmm, I think I know a good use for this....," Venom grinned as he applied the whirling toothbrush to Eddie's stomach, receiving an explosive reaction.

"Naahahaahah! Thaahaahaat's nohot whahahat thaat's fohohohor!"

Eddie squealed and vainly tried to roll to the side as the brush drew slow circles over his belly with the circumference of every stroke getting smaller and smaller until the vibrating head of the toothbrush dipped into his navel. "Shit shihihihit! Stohahahahahop! No no, waaahahahat are yoo-hoou doing?! Ahahhahaha!" The reported squeezed his eyes shut as he laughed his head off through the overwhelming feelings of the brush traveling up his sensitive side.

"But Eddie, we need to make sure you're squeaky clean. Every nook and cranny needs our attention," Venom teased while he swept the toothbrush slowly between the spaces of each rib as Eddie cackled and jerked his body like a beached fish.

He hated when Venom found ways to use his own words against him.

"You pretentious asshohohole! Oh fuhuhuck! Holy fuck, not there!! No please, dont don't doh-OHOHAHAHAHAAHAAHAA!!" Eddie squirmed with all his might, straining to pull his arms free and wishing he could sink down into the floor and disappear as the unorthodox torture device swirled deep into the crater of his left armpit.

"Stahahahap it!! Noooahahahahahaa!! Gehehet outta my pihihihit!!"

"Ok ok, we will get out of your pit," the alien said as the brush shut off and was removed from the tender area. Venom's smirk should've told Eddie that this wasn't over, but the man was being a bit naive and had started to relax. "Besides, you have another one!"

Eddie was still too busy trying to catch his breath to protest, but the panic in his eyes said it all as the toothbrush came alive again and whirled around under his right arm this time.

"Aaahahahah!! Hahahahahaha-nooooo!! Fuhuhuhucker!! Yoohoohoooou suhuhuhuck!!"

"On the contrary we do not 'suck', but we can do this...."

The long tongue flowed out and began to drag repeatedly over Eddie's bare belly, coaxing the tears from his eyes as he laughed insanely and kicked his feet against the ground. It slowly licked up his side, pushing his t-shirt up until it was right back into his other armpit to enthusiastically lap at the sensitive skin.

"Baahahahaah quihihihihit iiiiit!! B-Bad symbiote! Baahaad symbiote!! No lihihihicking!! Yoo-hou sick fuhuhuck!! Thaahaat's naahaasty-eehehehehee!!" "We forgot what a little bitch you could be, Eddie. Of course we know how to make you really cry like a baby," the symbiote's teeth gleamed as he grinned as wide as possible and began moving down Eddie's legs, wrapping them together with his black goo in the process to keep him from kicking out.

The seemingly disembodied head was now facing the bare soles of his host that were madly twitching as Eddie tried to free himself. "What have we here?" Venom grinned evilly and drew out a high-pitched squeal as his tongue licked up the bottom of a lethally ticklish foot, "Ohh so many nerves in such a small area. Maybe we can scrub them all away?" Eddie's eyes widened as he heard the buzzing sound of the toothbrush being activated once again. "No wait, just wait a minute! I said waaAAHAAHAAHAHAHA!!"

The feeling of the stiff bristles twirling around in the sensitive lengths of his arches made Eddie nearly hit the roof. His mouth opened wide as he laughed at the top of his lungs with his entire body thrashing in vain to break free of the gooey restraints. "Staahahaahaahaahahahap Vehehehehenom!! Thaahaahaat's the wohohohorst spohahahahaaat!!"

"Oh Eddie, you say that no matter where you're tickled," Venom smirked as he spread apart the man's toes one by one so the brush could work it's spinning magic on the extremely tender spaces, making Eddie screech like a little kid. "AHEEHEEHEEHAHAhahahaaha!! I t-taahaake it baahaahaaack!! TH-THAAHAAHAAAT'S the wohorst spooooooot!!" "Like we haven't heard that before." As he continued to zig zag the brush all across the bottom of one foot he then began to teasingly flick his tongue on the squirming sole of the other foot to double poor Eddie's torment. "HOHOLY SHIHIHIHIIIIT!! GAAHAHAHAAHAH!! I-I SAHAHAHAHAID NO-HO LICKIIIHEEHEEHEEENG!!" "Yes, you did. But when have we ever listened to you?" Venom's grin grew as his tongue stroked beneath the pads of the wriggling toes; the slight roughness of the dexterous muscle causing an extreme tickling sensation that Eddie couldn't stand. "AHAHAHAHA EHEEHEHAHAHAHAHA!! ENOHOHOHOUGH!! PLEEHEEHEEASE!! OKAAHAAY!! THE TOOHOOHOOTHBRU-BRUHUHUSH WAHAS N-NOHAHAHOT YOHOUR REEHEEHEAL PREHEHESENT!"

Venom withdrew his tongue for the moment to look curiously at his friend, though the toothbrush continued it's reign of terror. "What does that mean 'not our real present'?"

"Ihihit wahahas a johohohohoke!! I woohoohoo...!! I wouldn't do-hoo thaahaahaahaaat to yahahaha!!"

All tickling finally stopped and Eddie tried to compose himself through his residual giggles as the alien looked back at him in wonder.

"So you did get us something else?"

The symbiote's smile grew. He hadn't been truly upset at thinking the gag gift was his real present, but he was glad to know that Eddie had taken this more seriously than he originally thought. "Venom it's your first Christmas, of course I got ya something that matters. Just please....for the love of GOD, get that thing away from my feet," he laughed nervously as he nodded down at the toothbrush that was still buzzing away within inches of his cringing toes.

With the flick of a tentacle the toothbrush was shut off while at the same time gently releasing Eddie from his bonds. As he sat up he saw that Venom had shifted into his humanoid form as the alien handed over the hygienic device in good gesture to the blushing man. "Well that really backfired on me, didn't it?" Eddie laughed as he threw the toothbrush as hard as he could at the wall so that it exploded into several pieces of broken satisfaction upon impact, "Now just gimme a second here..." He then crawled over to the tree and reached into the very back behind his recliner chair and pulled out a box that Venom hadn't noticed before. Brushing the pine needles off that had fallen onto him in the process he turned and handed the package to his friend. "Here's your real present, dude. Don't think you'll end up tickle torturing me after this one," Eddie chuckled as Venom narrowed his eyes teasingly and took the box from his hands. "We will see, won't we?" Immediately he began to rip open the wrapping paper until it was all removed before cutting open the tape holding the box closed. Inside was tissue paper and more tissue paper as he dug to the bottom to find what Eddie had wrapped so meticulously. There he saw that it was some kind of framed document as Venom curiously pulled it out of the box and began to read. After absorbing the words he then looked up at Eddie with astonishment in his eyes as the man gave a small smile and nodded. "Yeah. I'm serious, buddy."

Venom then looked back at the frame and began to read it out-loud. "This is to certify that Venom has been formally adopted into the Brock family by Eddie Brock, and has agreed to hold and keep safe this symbiote forever in a loving home. He is entitled to all the rights and privileges there is as......a brother," Venom choked the last part out and Eddie saw something in his eyes that he had never seen before. "Just wanted you to know that you've always got a family with me, Venom. I mean, the papers aren't official obviously 'cause I don't think they allow you to adopt anything other than another human, but I thought you'd still appreciate it and...."

Eddie was cut off as Venom grabbed him into a tight hug, nearly smothering him as he held him against his chest.

"Th-Thank you, Eddie! Thank you! This means so much to us! We will love Eddie forever, and protect him with our very life! He is our brother, and we will never let anything bad happen to him ever again!"

Eddie laughed gently as he reassuringly patted him on the back. "I love you too, man. You know as crazy as it may sound, besides Anne, you're the best thing that's ever happened to me." "We will always have your back, Eddie. You will never feel alone again. If you're cold we will keep you warm. If you're hurt we will heal you. If you're sad we will make you laugh. You won't have to worry about a thing, Eddie! We'll take care of you!"

He lifted the man off the floor in his excitement as he gave enthusiastic licks to his face, making Eddie giggle as he strained his neck and tried to push him away.

"Heeheehe, dude, that tickles! Okaahaay, I get it! You're welcome! You're welcome!!"

Reluctantly Venom set him down, though he was unable to wipe the sharp-toothed grin from his face. After a moment Eddie cleared his throat as he then glanced over at their Christmas tree. "So uhh...," the reporter nodded to the last package underneath the tree, "That for me?"

Venom suddenly lost his grin as he looked over at the crudely wrapped gift. He knew Eddie wouldn't judge his wrapping technique being that it was his first time attempting such a thing, but for some reason he still stared at it with guilt.

"Yes, but..."

"But what?" Venom picked up the small package and held it away from him. "No, just forget it. It's stupid in comparison to what you've just given us."

"Ahh c'mon, Venom. Whatever it is I'm sure I'll love it."

Venom hesitated for a few long moments before finally handing it over to him, and then changing back into his serpent form in his anxious state. Eddie chuckled lightly as he tried to make sense of the excessive amount of tape covering the wrapping paper before finally pulling out a pocket knife and slicing away. Venom fidgeted and watched nervously during the whole process.

Finally Eddie got through the wrapping paper and reached the box, opening it as he peeked inside. He smirked as he reached in and pulled out a ceramic coffee mug, turning it over and glancing at the inscription on the side.

"World's Best Human Host," he smiled as he read it outloud, "You actually had them make this for me?"

Venom nodded apprehensively, though perking up at seeing that Eddie showed no signs of disappointment.

"I love it, man."

Venom's grin instantly returned upon hearing those words. "You...You do?" "Yeah, I really do. This is the best gift I've gotten in a long time, and I'm gonna use it every morning from now on. See? I'm gonna put it right here where everyone can see it," he said as he walked over and placed it on the counter next to his coffee maker.

Venom beamed happily, knowing that Eddie liked it, and put it where it could be shown off to everyone. He quickly crawled over, making Eddie giggle as he slithered up around his body until he was splayed across his shoulders. He adoringly rubbed his head against Eddie's, making a purring noise in the process.

"Thanks, Eddie. We're so happy right now."

"Me too, buddy. I love both the gifts you've given me."

Venom paused and his head craned around to look Eddie directly in the face as he cocked it to the side in confusion.

"Both? But...we only gave you the one thing."

Eddie chuckled and shook his head, knowing full well that the symbiote had no idea what he was talking about. "You gave me a lot more than that, Venom. You gave me your friendship at a time in my life when I needed it most, and I'll never forget that. I meant what I said, you're the best thing that's ever happened to me." He pulled Venom's head against his in a warm embrace as he stroked underneath his chin, making the symbiote alien glow with affection. "Same here, Eddie. Same here."<3

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The Simplest Gifts Chapter 2: Bound by a Wish—Pandora Hearts Fic for Week 4—Prompt 2: Wish (Full Fic)

Fic Title: The Simplest Gifts

Chapter Title: Bound by a Wish

Character Focus: Vincent Nightray, Gilbert Nightray 

Fic Synopsis: Christmas may not be the happiest time for the Children of Misfortune, still, sometimes it’s the simplest things that can bring joy

Notes: 

Merry Christmas!!

Here's some Vince angst XD

Also, this one was edited even faster than the last one, so, once again, please forgive silly mistakes!

Chapter 2: 

“Close your eyes. Now...make a wish!”

“I just want you to have a good Christmas, Vince!”

Gilbert, brushing off a place on the snowy cobblestones, sat down beside his brother, handing him a piece of the bread he had spent much of the evening trying to steal.

He wore a smile, but his eyes were tired.

Do you really mean that, Gil?

There was a new cut on Gil’s leg since that morning, his raggedy cloak was even dirtier than before.

Vincent had learned to stop asking; Gil often lied and said the cuts and bruises meant nothing, or, if he told the truth, it just made Vincent feel bad.

He was so small, so young. They both were. To be this alone, this wanting. They didn’t deserve this.

Just because of his stupid red eye.

Vincent took the bread, brushing his hair over that curse.

He didn’t deserve this.

His brother didn’t deserve this.

It was clear he didn’t know it, but Gilbert’s words were like daggers to Vincent. Though he might have meant them to be encouraging, they dove straight for his heart.

I just want you to be happy.

I just want you to have a good Christmas.

Sharp pains straight for the beat.

Because, how could he? How could he have a good Christmas when they had nothing? When they could watch other kids ice skating, having snowball fights, eating candy canes, pressing their noses against shop windows, pointing at the toys and saying I want this for Christmas, Mommy!

Watch, and watch them go by. Never to join the games. No one to turn to who would buy them the things they wanted. No one to turn to. Not even a family, a nice fire to warm up by, or a Christmas dinner. They had to start asking for smaller, insignificant things—things they could actually receive.

They started asking for only each other's happiness.

And it was still too much to ask.

How could he be happy when he knew there was no way Gil could be?

I just want you to have a good Christmas, Vince.

Did he really mean that?

Was that the only thing? No toys in the shop windows? Not even a decent meal? A bit of warmth from the cold?

Surely he didn’t.

How could his happiness be enough?

Because he, Vincent, was the only thing keeping Gil from a normal happy life. If he just left him he’d be able to find a home, a family. Without him, their parents probably wouldn’t have abandoned him. Gilbert would be having a nice Christmas, opening gifts, eating cookies, by a cozy fire. He could be one of those kids with the rosy cheeks, and the spoiled rotten hearts.

If it weren’t for me.

Vincent was Gilbert’s chain. Tethering him to the gutters, the harsh words, and even harsher world. Without him, the world would surely be soft and cushioned, not full of sharp edges.

But if Gilbert just broke the link, he could still have that life, if he just left him behind...

Please don’t leave me behind, Gil.

The stars were especially bright that night. Cold shining speckles in a navy coat of sky.

Maybe it was fitting. It was Christmas Eve after all. Maybe the stars were trying to tell them that hope was not lost, that light remained.

Or maybe they were just a bunch of stupid lights, too far away to grant them any warmth.

He didn’t think he could ever find his way by them, by something so far from earth. Maybe they were just a bunch of shiny trinkets beneath someone else’s Christmas tree, candles on someone else’s mantle piece, and if he reached out to touch them they would turn to coal.

He saw that kind of light in his brother’s golden eyes too. Hope, keep going, we’ll make it through this, surrounded by the dark.

Which would win out in the end? The darkness of the light? Black or white? Navy or gold? The stars, or the spaces in between?

If Vincent reached out to touch his brother…would he ruin him too?

“Something wrong, Vince?”

Those eyes. Shimmering gold. Unending black.

Vincent clung to him all the same.

“Nothing, Nii-san! I’ll be happy this Christmas as long as you’re happy!”

“Okay....Open your eyes!”

As Jack pulled his hands from Vincent’s vision, the world was so bright it was almost blinding.

A Christmas tree—tall as 3 Jacks—was the centerpiece of the atrium, ascending alongside the staircase, to the ceiling. Tinsel spun and weaved its way around its boughs, and ornaments shimmered like sunlight on ocean waves. Presents littered the base, a little moat of jewels and dare he ask?

“Are...are those for…us?”

His voice was a tiny, shivering thing.

For, surely they weren’t.

Surely after all this time those glittering boxes couldn’t be for the the children who had nothing, who had never been given a gift in their life.

All that gold.

Like the stars. Like Jack’s hair, and Gilbert’s eyes. Like Vincent’s eye—the one that wasn’t corrupted by the color red.

A thing like him didn’t deserve gifts. They would surely rot beneath his gaze.

Although…red was there too. Many colored wrappings, holly berries, and ornaments…red and green, gold and silver.

Why would they put red in the midst of all that gold? Why would they infect the lively green, the rich silver, with the violence of red?

Did they not know the nature of such a color?

Surely they weren’t for him, no. They would be for the servants before they were for him.

“Nope,” Jack grinned mischievously, “they’re alll for me!”

Glen rolled his eyes before wordlessly kneeling down to pick two up, handing one to each of the children.

To Vincent, the tag read.

And the other, To Gilbert.

Before he even opened it, Vincent’s hands started to shake, and he felt his eyes burning with tears.

For me?

Such a simple thing. Such a small question.

Such a big gesture.

How could he believe that?

Still, it was written there in pretty curly letters.

The other three turned to him, eyes wide.

How could they want to give him anything? How could any of them care so much as to give something of themselves away to him? How could he hold the piece he received, be careful, cherish it, never let it break? How did they know he wouldn’t just destroy it, like he did all the lives around him?

“What’s wrong Vince?” Gilbert’s worried voice cut in.

I just wish this could last forever.

"Earth to Vince!”

“Ohh Sewer Rat~!”

As Vincent looked up from his sort of trance, he saw his brother’s concerned face—older now, less small, less dirty and weak, but also he…smiled less, now, somehow. Then he shot a nasty look at the Hatter, (who smiled pleasantly), before silently reading the tag on the present in his hand.

To Vincent, Love Gilbert.

Even now, the question ran through his brain; Do you really mean that, Gil?

He glanced up at the room. At the assorted mix of people, from different dukedoms. He and Gilbert were standing in the doorway (Echo in the hallway behind him), like he didn’t quite belong, like he wouldn’t quite fit in with the rest of them, like his dash of red wouldn’t fit in with their own little golden world.

He’d come to give Gilbert his gift, and be on his way. That was all. He didn’t intend to stay.

And by the sharpness to the Hatter’s eye, and his brother’s embarrassed glances, he knew he wasn’t wanted.

He didn’t want to ruin his brother’s day. All that mattered was that Gilbert was happy, even if he wasn’t a part of that happiness.

Still, his brother had decided to give him a gift, despite how Vincent had set his expectations against the possibility, and his protests aloud.

After Gilbert insisted once more, Vincent pulled on the ribbon, opening the box.

A pile of cookies beamed at him. Decorated as snowmen, snowflakes, gingerbread men, and Christmas trees. Some of the decorations, however, were notably more well done than others.

“I made them for you” Gilbert, rubbed the back of his neck abashedly, “I hope you like them.”

“And we helped decorate them!” Alice called, and Oz nodded happily.

Ah, that explained the discrepancy.

Although…he didn’t think that Gilbert’s little posse even liked him, why would they help him decorate a present for him? They probably just thought it was a game or something.

In truth, he wanted them all to be from Gil…

“You can probably guess which one’s from me!” Break sang.

Vincent couldn’t see it, but he surmised he’d probably find a cookie hiding somewhere, decorated in messy red ink that said “die, Sewer Rat, die”, or a snowman caricaturized as him, or a gingerbread man with a stake through its heart…or something like that. He made a mental note to repay him the courtesy later.

“I’ll think of you as I bite their heads off, Mr. Hatter,” he smiled at him.

Break shoved his fork rather forcefully into a pastry, though his expression didn’t falter.

Gilbert seemed like he wanted to scold him—or maybe both of them—but thought better of it.

Still, while perhaps a rather unimpressive present to others, this meant a lot to Vincent.

He never wanted toys—(he always tore up his toys anyways)—or books, or clothes, or even jewels. Since the beginning, all he wanted was for his brother to be happy.

He had always thought that the reason Gilbert had become so interested in cooking was because, back then, they had nothing, not even food. And the thought that he would make something special for him, now that he could, as if trying to reach back in time and give it to his past self…

“I love them Gil, thank you!” he threw his arms around him in a superfluous show of affection.

“Uhh n-no Problem.” Gilbert patted his back awkwardly.

Vincent closed the box and turned to leave, but Gilbert grabbed his shoulder.

“Are you sure you don’t want to...stay?”

“No, no, it’s fine!” Vincent put on that plastered smile, and hit play on his pre-prepared response, “I couldn’t possibly impose on your day.”

“Oh? But you impose on my day all the time. Often by your mere presence.”

He glared at the Hatter again, finishing, “I know when I’m not wanted.”

“Okay well...I hope you have a good Christmas, Vince!” Gilbert gave him a genuine smile.

“I will!” He waved goodbye.

I just want you to be happy, Gil. Even if it’s without me.

Even if I have to erase myself to do it.

[wingroad]

Fic year end review

again, long, boring fic talk. 

Chronological breakdown:

January

Priorities 01/14

February

Noticed 02/12

Change of plans 02/13

Culture Difference 02/15

Chocolate Kiss 02/17

Don't tell anyone 02/22

March

Chance meeting 03/01

Your own medicine 03/15

Limitations 03/19

Champions 03/28

April

Nine months and counting 04/05

Status Quo 04/10

Privilege 04/14

A New Beginning 04/17

Interval 04/20

Into the wild 04/22

May

For a pretty girl 05/05

Voyage 05/05

Before your eyes 05/06

Up in the air 05/09

We need to talk about Satsuki 05/19

Waverider 05/21

The difference 05/22

Inspection 05/23

Experiment 05/27

June

Courage test 06/25

July

visit 07/29

August

Dissonance 08/02

the present  08/02

Lost (and (not) found)  04/14

check mate  08/17

The Most Beautiful Man In The World: The cute guy three doors down.  08/19

The Most Beautiful Man In The World: Mixed Signals  08/26

Heavenly  08/26

I got you.  08/31

September

The Most Beautiful Man In The World:  The dog incident 09/02

Chores 09/05

The Most Beautiful Man In The World: Reconciliation 09/08

The Most Beautiful Man In The World: tree months later 09/11

October

KINKTOBER:

Chapter 1 10/03

Chapter 2 10/05

Chapter 3 10/07

Special Day 10/11

KINKTOBER CONT:

Chapter 4 10/14

Chapter 5 10/18

Chapter 6 10/21

Chapter 7 10/25

Chapter 8 10/28

Chapter 9 10/29

Chapter 10 10/30

November

Focusing 11/10

Detour 11/27

December

Romance  12/10

Ritual 12/13

Favor 12/13

Exchange 12/13

(I’m counting all three since I finished them still in December and send them out before Christmas)

Frosty bites 12/15

Emotional Support  12/21

Overall Thoughts:

most productive months: May, August, October,

least productive months: January, June, July, November

full fics: 20 (im counting every kinktober fic separately)

drabbles/ficlets: 32

Looking back, did you write more fic than you thought you would this year, less, or about what you’d predicted?

I need to start keeping track of word counts lmao. It feels like I wrote less, because I wrote more in some months and less in others, but I also wrote (and finished!) my first multichaptered fic and did kinktober so I think it’s…a bit more? Dunno.

What pairing/genre/fandom did you write that you would never have predicted in January?

So…much…smut *shakes*

As for ships I wrote kagakuro again with a (slightly bigger) dash of aomomo and a sprinkle of kikasa with one mayuaka on top. So the usual.

What’s your own favorite story of the year?

From full/longer fics: Beautiful man, definitely, I had so much fun writing it.

From short drabbles: Emotional support I think. It turned EXACTLY how I wanted it, so that’s rare.

Did you take any writing risks this year?

I wrote porn for a whole month, what do you think?

Never mind that it was all tame and vanilla and extremely boring and no one read it XD

Do you have any fanfic or profic goals for the new year?

I wanna do comic scripts this year! I have a bunch of ideas in my notes already. Also two bigger birthday projects which I should start on right now I guess lmao. MORE AOMOMO (multichip fic in the works orz) . Learn kikasa finally gdmnt. A special thingy for a special knb project 😉 I think that’s enough for now lol.

From my past year of writing, what was…

My best story of this year: and once again I have no idea lol.

My most popular story of this year:

Culture differences has the most hits on ao3.

Most Beautiful Man the most kudos and comments and I have 16 subs :O

According to tumblr:

Focusing – 41 notes

The present – 43 notes

Your own medicine – 40 notes

Story of mine most under-appreciated by the universe, in my opinion: dunno but I think I tried hard on kinktober and the response was kinda lukewarm XD Also I really liked that kikasa Christmas drabble but I just posted it recently that’s why the response is delayed.

Most fun story to write: BEAUTIFUL MAN.

Story with the single sexiest moment:  I liked writing the sex scenes for this fic and this general premise but it seemed no one even read it xD

Most “holy crap, that’s wrong, even for you” story: that one kinktober fic…

Story that shifted my own perceptions of the characters: I don’t think there was one.

Hardest story to write: that one kinktober fic xD but also beautiful man, even tho it was fun. And that aomomo pregnancy fic.

Biggest disappointment: kinktober xD I’m sorry I’m terrible lmao

Biggest surprise: people not seeing the end of beautiful man even tho it was like…the most predictable thing ever lmao.

Most unintentionally telling story: dunno

Highlights + Wrap-up:

Favourite Opening Lines (3):

1.       Kagami’s eyes are hurting from how hard he is rolling them.

2.       Satsuki woke up to two birds screeching outside the bedroom window.

She groaned and buried her face in the pillow and tried blocking out the obnoxious sound but that didn’t work.

“Shut the damn window.” She mumbled and when she didn’t hear a familiar groan, she finally opened her eyes and raised her head.

3.       For what it’s worth, Chihiro thought he did a good job with not freaking out when the huge door of the Akashi mansion opened and a butler assaulted him as soon as he stepped inside.

Favourite Closing Lines (4):

1.       “Why are you- Dai-chan?”

“What?” Aomine snapped wetly and sniffed again. Big, fat tears rolled down his face.

Satsuki panicked for a moment, her eyes bulging, because she hadn’t seen Aomine cry like that in years.

Small hands reached out of the bundle in his direction. Aomine looked down and frowned.

“What? Are you making fun of your dad?”

Satsuki couldn’t help it and she burst out laughing.

“Shut up.” Aomine grumbled and Satsuki chuckled.

2.       “Okay?” He asked unsurely, not knowing who he wanted to comfort anymore.

Kuroko shifted again but not too far away from Kagami and let him hold him. Or was he the one being held? He didn’t know anymore.

“Okay.” Kuroko’s voice was quiet but it sounded loud in his ear and Kagami shivered again. “But only for a while.”

Kagami nodded against Kuroko neck and heard him hum softly into his hair.

It was a little longer than just a while.

And when they untangled, the movie was long forgotten.

3.       She looked at the necklace tucked against Aomine’s cheek which would no doubt produce an imprint of her name on his cheek in the morning.

She touched the chain of her own half and sighed.

Well, this has gotten considerably more complicated now

4.       “You have ten more minutes.” He said while pulling gently on a strand of Kise’s silky locks. “And then I’m kicking you awake.”

Kise made a sleepy noise.

Yukio sighed again.

“No, I am not carrying you to bed.”

Kise frowned and Kasamatsu snorted into his cocoa.

“Nice try.”

Favorite 5 Line(s) from Anywhere:

1.       But still when Kagami moved forward and slid his hand to Kuroko’s hip he couldn’t help but giggle against his mouth.

Kagami moved away and he looked annoyed.

“Stop. Imagining. It.” He gritted out and Kuroko hiccupped from laughter.

“It’s stronger than me!”

2.       “Okay, ladies.” Aomine said and stood up suddenly between them.  “You can continue this girl talk after practice, and after I kick your ass again.” He said pointed a finger at Kise.

“Huh? I thought you said you didn’t want to anymore after yesterday, because it was boring.”

“Well, I changed my mind.”

3.       “Don’t tell me you made yourself sad while talking about middle school.” He tentatively tried with a joke that would distract him.

Kuroko laughed suddenly, voice a choked a bit and a few fresh tears rolled down his face.

“A little.” He said with a heavy sigh. “It’s been…a very long day.” He said and smiled at Kagami. Taiga thought the smile was supposed to be reassuring, but it looked more forced than anything.

“But it also made me feel really happy.”

4.       This was the moment Kuroko chose to put his own hand on Kagami’s face and he realized how warm it was.

“You’re blushing.” Kuroko said and the dimple near his mouth depended.

Kagami wanted to be annoyed, but he wasn’t able to say anything coherent for a moment.

“Go to sleep.” He sighed finally and leaned forward to kiss the top of Kuroko’s head.

Kuroko shifted when he was pulling away and planted a sudden kiss to his mouth, letting Kagami have a full taste of his smile.