#before just pouncing on each other in pure joy

[cassandracain52]

This weeks Tim/Steph content…

A friendly reminder of what these two’s first reaction to finding out the other is ok is

When Tim found out Stephanie was alive:

Robin (1993) #174 When Stephanie found out Tim was alive:

Detective comics #969

That’s all I’m gonna say about that<3 TimSteph they will never make me hate you

[amourane]

THE WAY YOU WRITE IS JUST *CHEF’S KISS*

You deserve all the notes ⭐️ would it be ok to request a post hogwarts with theo? Angst to fluff if that’s alright?

TIA if you decide to do it!!

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calm after the storm

pairing: theodore nott x gn!reader

genre: angst to fluff, post hogwarts au

w/c: 1.2k

summary: theo has a hard time dealing with his emotions and you were always there for him but what if one day it becomes all too much.

warnings: it's going to hurt <3

a/n: 🍄 thank you so so much for this request because i read it when u sent it and i remembered it in my exam and i managed to write this banger (i dont know if its word for word but i tried to write as much as i could remember) i just added the fluff at the end. BUT THIS IS FOR YOU <33333

Rain.

It was the first thing that hit Theo’s face when he stormed out of the door. Thick and heavy droplets that fell from the sky, marking his perfect face. They streaked down his cheeks parting into different directions like rivers. The cold sensation enveloped him as he listened to the pitter patter that flooded his ears.

He was angry. He was frustrated. He was livid. The ugly emotion bubbled within him, threatening to burst. It twisted and toiled, shrieked and screamed. It was like a monster, feeding on his anger, waiting to pounce at any second. 

The fight wasn’t meant to escalate this badly. Insults were thrown and meaningless threats were made as the both of you shouted at each other.

The argument could have been solved. The solution simply lay right in front of Theo but he had refused to see it. He had refused to accept he was wrong. You hadn’t asked for much, hadn’t asked anything unreasonable yet he had lashed out. He chose to ignore what lay in front of him and blame you instead. 

“I should have never accepted your pathetic excuse for a confession.”

The words had tumbled out of his mouth before he could’ve stopped them. Harsh cutting words that dug into you and twisted with malice. He saw the way his words clawed at the seams of your heart, ripping it to shreds. He watched as your face fell and broke. The once bright smile he always saw was replaced with a heart wrenching stare.

It was all too much. So he ran.

Bitterness swallowed him whole as he thought back to the moment. Festering anger turned into anguish. You had always been so full of joy. Ever since he had met you all those years ago when he watched as you got sorted and skipped to your table with glee. You were so beautiful, so kind, so pure. Your eyes would always look at him with so much adoration and love. Theo loved you more than he could imagine. 

Then the fight would resurface. It overtook his honeyed memories of you like an infectious plague, tainting the sweet thoughts. They replaced your beautiful smile with a heartbroken expression. Your eyes, that he was so used to seeing filled with love, looked at him with incredulous horror. The sight haunted him.

Rain brought Theo back to the present. The thunderous clap resounded through his ears. At first, he had wanted to run far away but he only found himself able to walk so far before his feet refused to move. He stayed stuck to the ground as he felt the rain wash over him. Theo didn’t care what others thought, didn’t care if the passersby looked at him oddly.

All he cared about was you.

Theo didn’t know how long he stayed outside letting the water rush over his body. He simply stood. Time seemed to pass slowly as he tried to remind himself of your laughter and smiles. He forced himself to forget about what had happened but he couldn’t. The memories were constant, a never ending cycle that would taunt him. 

The rain slowed and eventually stopped. The dull grey clouds cleared to reveal the peaceful sky as if nothing had happened. 

Even though the sun beamed down on Theo he still felt the endless rivers that ran down his cheeks. He still felt the streaks of water as they rolled down his face. The tears didn’t stop as he stood there.

The streets were still damp, the scent of rain hanging in the air. Theo felt a gentle touch on his arm and he flinched, spinning around to meet your worried gaze. Your voice, soft and full of concern, broke through the haze. 

“Theo, you’re soaked. You’ll catch a cold out here.”

He turned to face you, his eyes red and puffy from crying. The moment his gaze met yours, the dam broke. Sobs racked his body, and he fell into your arms, clutching you as if you were his lifeline.

“I’m sorry.” He choked out between sobs. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean any of it. I was just so angry, and I took it out on you. I was wrong, and I’m so sorry.”

You held him tighter, your touch soothing him. He continued to cry, unable to stop the tears as they continued to fall. The guilt ate him up inside, gnawed at his conscience, continuously banging on the iron bars that he kept his heart behind.

“Shh, it’s okay.” You whispered, stroking his wet hair. “It’s okay, Theo. We’ll get through this.”

Your words broke him even more. You were so kind. He didn’t deserve you. He didn’t deserve your kindness. You had always been the understanding one, the one to resolve fights, the one who would reach out and tell him it’ll be okay. Theo knew he had a problem with his emotions, he knew that he had a hard time expressing how he felt. You knew it too. He would always be grateful for the way that you still stuck by him despite everything. 

“I hurt you. I said such horrible things. How can you even look at me?” He whispered against you, his voice cracking. His throat was dry and hoarse from the crying and he pulled away to look at you. His vision was blurry but he could still make out your beautiful features.

You cupped his face in your hands, wiping away the tears with your thumbs. “Because I love you, Theo. We’ve had our fights, but this…this is something we can fix. We just need to talk and understand each other.”

Theo could only watch as you smiled despite the fact tears were spilling from your eyes too. He felt the emotions whirl in his mind.

“I love you so much Y/n. I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry Y/n. I’m such a bad boyfriend. I’m so sorry. I never meant any of it. I love you so much, so so much.” He hugged your body tight, trying to grasp onto the warmth you always provided him with. “Can we - can we start over?”

You nodded, a soft smile spreading across your face. “Yes, Theo. We can start over. But first, let’s get you out of these wet clothes and somewhere warm.”

The two of you walked back to your apartment, your hand holding his as you led him inside. No words were said as you helped him dry off, grabbing new clothes so he didn’t fall sick from the rain. Each touch that you left filled his cold body with warmth. He pulled you towards him, embracing you tightly.

“Thank you.” He whispered against your hair. “Thank you for not giving up on me.”

You held him tighter, making sure that he knew that you would always be there for him, making sure that he felt all of your love and comfort.

“I would never give up on you.” You breathed out a sigh as your hands massaged his back. “We’ll get through this, just like how we got through everything else.”

The two of you stayed in silence, letting the day pass by. No words needed to be exchanged as the both of you enjoyed the comfort of each other's love. Theo knew he had issues. He knew he had problems. Yet as long as you stayed by him he knew that life wouldn’t be so bad.

[aticklishpercivalwriter]

A Little lee!Kinich :)

Here's the 2nd and final part of the thing I said as compensation, hope you enjoy!

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"I'll see you around...love~"

Kinich stands there as Aether leaves.

I have a...boyfriend. I have a boyfriend. Omg, I have a boyfriend!

It takes all his willpower to not scream at the top of his lungs in pure joy.

"Someone sure looks happy."

"Ajaw, don't. Please."

Ajaw starts to say something, stopping once he caught sight of Kinich's expression. Something soft shines through that he hasn't seen in forever. The words die on his throat and Ajaw refuses to acknowledge what he’s feeling right now. Happiness? Endearment? For Kinich? The one he wants dead? What is this feeling? He’s confused and instead lets out a huff before retreating to his place.

Kinich stands there, touching the cheek that Aether kissed. Ghosting over his ear that Aether whispered into.

I love you, Kinich.

He couldn't hold it in anymore.

“Holy shit! Holy shiiittt! I love Aether, he loves me back. We kissed. It’s official. We’re boyfriends. Oh my god, oh my god, oh my godddd! The way he says my name…AAAAHHHH! I’m so deeply in love with him. He’s going to be the death of me. What do I do? What do I doooo!?”

“What’s all that noise?”

Mualani and Kachina come in to see Kinich on the ground with his face in his hands. Thinking he’s in pain, they rush towards him and check on him.

“Kinich! Are you hurt? What happened?”

He yelps and backs away from them, trying to school his expression into a neutral one.

“I’m fine!” he says a little too quickly and avoiding eye contact.

Mualani and Kachina look at each other then back at him skeptically. They both know Kinich and from the way he is acting, they know something is up. They wait for him to say something else, watching him as he fiddled with his clothing. Something that means he is shy. Their suspicions were confirmed when he finally looked at them, his blushing face giving him away that he is hiding something.

“Kinich, what were you doing?” Kachina singsonged.

Kinich’s eyes widened, knowing where this is going.

“Nothing,” is all he said, mentally facepalming himself.

“Well, it looks like you were doing something **and are hiding it from us. So, spit it out or you know what happens next,” Mualani eyed him with a twinkle in her eyes.

Kinich gulped. He can barely handle one of them. Two of them? Not a chance.

“I’m not hiding anything!” he squeaked. He couldn’t think straight. He is still reeling from having his feelings reciprocated and now his best friends are ready to pounce and tickle him to pieces. Can you blame him for being so flustered?

“Stahahahay awahahay!”

Kachina and Mualani smirked at him. Welp, he’s a goner.

“I’m nohoht tehelling anythihing!” he said, bolting for the exit.

“Ohh, so you were hiding something~”

Kachina blocked his path and Mualani tackled him from behind delving into his armpits.

“AHAHAHA! Nohohoho!”

He clamped his arms down, trapping Mualani’s hands and turned on to his back. That was a mistake as Kachina pulled his arms over his head and trapped them.

“WAHAIT! NOHOHOHO! KACHIHIHINAHAHA! LEHEHET MEHEHE GOHOHO!”

He laughed, desperately tugging at his arms and eyes widening when he felt her fingers start to crawl down from his underarms to his pits.

“Nope!” she grinned. “Not until you tell us what you are hiding from us!”

“YOU BOHOTH WIHILL PAHAHAY THEHE PRIHIHI- MUALAHAHANIHI! NOHOHOT THEHE SIHIHIDES! AHAHAHA!”

“Big talk coming from you Kinich. Just tell us what you were doing, and we’ll let you go. Simple!”

“IHIHI CAHAHAN’T!”

“Well, guess we got to keep going. Right, Kachina?”

“Yup!”

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[olichat-reads]

Mrow Snippets | Creampuff

Bakugou x roomate cat!reader

Summary: you're getting a little tired of cat food and when the opportunity to get a taste of your favourite dessert arises, you strike.

A/n: more mrow content! i have some unused drafts that i didn't get to use in the main plot so why not put them to good use still with SNIPPETS :)) more cat dad bakugou content in the world!

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"Sunny. Sunny, no."

Bakugou had only shut the front door, having just herd his flock of friends out from their weekly hangout.

Now, here he was glaring at a furry little gremlin- namely you, caught like a deer in headlights from where you were perched on the kitchen counter.

You held your body perfectly still the moment he laid those narrowed accusatory red eyes on you- as if he'd forget you existed if you didn't move too obviously, you thought, creeping a single paw forward, painfully slowly.

"Sunny. I can see you," he scoffed in disbelief as if he heard your thoughts. "Step away from the box."

Yeah, no such luck.

You stared right back at him with huge eyes- putting as much faux innocence into them as if you weren't a step away from the open box of creampuffs on the counter.

Neither of you moved.

The air was tense & still. You didn't even blink as you held unwavering eye contact with the blonde standing over you.

"Sunny-" he took a careful step forward & you pounced; grabbing a creampuff between your teeth & fucking ran.

"SUNNY, NO!"

SUNNY, YES! You all but cackled in victory as you sprinted around the corner, your little body allowing you to dodge Bakugou's grasp much easier than had you been human.

"Sunny that isn't for cats!"

Well jokes on you- I'm not a cat! You shrieked in delight as you slipped under the couch with practiced ease after all the time you've wriggled yourself into the small space to sulk after petty arguments with your roomate.

Even with you as a cat, the two of you easily fell into your usual dynamic of squabbling like an old married couple. Only being able to communicate with meows & chirps will not stop you from sassing the grumpy blonde & he doesn't hold back on the sarcasm & snappy remarks either.

Both of you essentially drove each other mad.

It was a good time.

Speaking of a good time, you siddled up in a safe corner at the very back of the couch, out of reach from a certain blonde and murped in triumph one last time before you took the biggest bite out of the pastry in your grasp, mewling in pure happiness at the taste flooding your tastebuds. God, you missed people food.

Your joy did not last long though- your stupidly jacked pro hero of a roomate having absolutely no difficulty lifting the fucking couch with one hand, the other swiping you from your sanctuary, making you squeak in surprise, holding onto your beloved creampuff for dear life.

No!

You held on tight, squishing the cream out of the pastry shell and into your fur, making Bakugou grimace at the mess but you didn't care. How could you when your roomate was about to seperate you from the tasty love of your life?!

No! You all but wailed in despair as Bakugou extracted the rest of the creampuff from your clutches.

The blashemy! The unjust! The-

Your dramatic yowling was cut off when Bakugou dropped you onto the sofa unceremoniously. You were all but ready to throw a tantrum over being ripped away from the source of your brief but great joy, only to be interrupted again, this time by a wet cloth dropped smack to your face.

You did that on purpose! You screeched, scandalized, tail bristling into an angry poof even more when that handsome jerk had the audacity to laugh at you-

"Calm down, brat. Just cleaning your face," Bakugou chuckled under his breath, gently wiping the cream of off the fur of your pouting face. Or if cats could pout.

You barely had a chance to get a word of complain out before a large finger swiped a dollop of cream onto your nose. You almost went cross eyed as you stared at the cloud of white in confusion.

"Thats all you're getting, brat. Don't want you getting sick."

Oh.

You had to huff out a laugh at that.

You're getting soft, Lord Explosion Murder God Dynamight you mused, licking the cream off your nose, purring like a little motorboat at the taste.

Ah. Oh, well. Gotta love your cat dad Bakugou.

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A/n: ohhhhhh i really wasn't sure what to do with the taglist so i'm keeping it for now BUT PLEASE DO TELL ME IF YOU WANT OUT! maybe i'll do another poll if the majority of you want out we'll seee

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[otakusheep15]

Spending New Years Eve with the Obey Me Boys

Just a short little thing to celebrate New Years.

Lucifer

You have to convince him to stop working before he misses the whole day. He'd take you out on a nice little date around the Devildom during the day, and then the two of you will come back home and relax after. Lucifer isn't big on parties, but if you want to attend a New Years party, he won't say no. Once it's midnight, he'll kiss you, deep and passionate, making those around you jealous. Afterwards, the two of you spend some quality time alone, welcoming the new year together.

Mammon

Naturally, he's taking you to a party of some kind. It's loud, crazy, and perfect for Mammon. The two of you dance, drink, and party for hours, just basking in the fun of it all. There are fireworks and sparklers and shouts of joy everywhere you look. At midnight, Mammon grabs you and kisses you. It's far from a perfect kiss considering he's running on pure adrenaline and alcohol, but that's just fine for the both of you. For the rest of the night and early into the morning, the two of you stay out, enjoying the festivities as well as each other.

Leviathan

As the introvert of the family, nothing sounds less appealing to Leviathan than a New Years party. So, instead, the two of you stay in and binge some anime. It's an anime the two of you have seen countless time together, but it never gets old no matter how many times you watch it. Leviathan keeps track of the time, watching as the clock slowly inches to midnight. Once it does, he shyly initiates a kiss, and it's over as quickly as it began. He's a blushing mess, but he's happy, and so are you. When you finally decide to leave his room, it's already the next day. You haven't slept, too busy marathoning, but you wouldn't have it any other way.

Satan

He's not big on many New Years celebrations, so he lets you take the lead. Wherever you wish to go, he will follow, and gladly. You spend most of the day out shopping at bookstores, selecting stories to read while you wait for midnight. For the rest of the day leading into the night, you and Satan sit in the lounge, silently reading and enjoying one another's company. As the clock strikes midnight, Satan walks over to you and places a kiss on your lips. It is a loving, yet short kiss, and it is everything you love. After a while, you begin to tire out, and you curl up next to Satan. The final thing you hear before drifting off to sleep is his voice reading your favorite story.

Asmodeus

The two of you go party hopping together. Asmodeus has to grace as many people with his gorgeous self before the year ends, and he wants you along for the ride. You go party to party, enjoying yourselves and partying with various crowds. However, at the end of it all, Asmodeus wants nothing more than to spend his final moments of the year with you and you alone. He drags you home while you still have time, and the two of you have a mini makeover session. It's calming and relaxing, and a wonderful way to end your year. Once it's midnight, Asmodeus practically pounces on you, kissing every inch of your face he can reach. Every kiss conveys how much he loves you, and you spend the rest of the night in this sweet bliss.

Beelzebub

He takes you out all around the Devildom for some special New Years treats. There are some snacks that you can only find around this time of year, and Beelzebub intends to try every last one with you. The whole day is spend in every restaurant, bakery, and shop you can find, and each treat is more delicious than the last. However, nothing is sweeter than the kiis Beelzebub gives you once midnight arrives. The kiss is more romantic than anything you've ever experienced, soft and gentle and everything you love about him. Once you've tried every treat you can find, he takes you home where the two of you rest up, effectively sleeping off the food.

Belphegor

Belphegor is determined to be awake when midnight strikes, so he makes sure to nap as much as possible during the day to store up energy. This, of course, means that you're napping as well. As boring as it sounds, napping with Belphegor is a lovely way to spend the day. He's comfortable and warm, and you drift off easily in his arms. Just in case, an alarm was set to ensure you awoke before midnight, which is what happens. Despite still being sleepy, Belphegor pushes that aside in favor of you, kissing you like a starved man. It's soft and comfortable, just like he is, and it's a perfect way to wake up. After the kiss, he immediately falls back asleep, pulling you down with him.

Diavolo

You're helping Diavolo plan his New Years party. It's a lot of prep work, and it takes up most of your day, but being able to spend it all with him makes it more bearable. As is expected of the future king, his attention is taken by a variety of people, from fellow planners to party goes, but he keeps you by his side at all times. You can feel his gratitude for you emanating off of him, and you know how much you mean to him. Right before midnight, he steals you away to a more private area, giving you some privacy. There, he kisses you with so much love and passion it practically makes your head spin. In this one kiss alone, he conveys all of his gratitude and love for you. The rest of the night is spent partying and entertaining guests, but Diavolo makes sure you always remain is top priority.

Barbatos

Unfortunately, Barbatos does not get much of a break on New Years. Much of his time is taken up my party preparation, especially in the kitchen. However, he makes sure to keep you by his side as much as possible, giving you small tasks so that you don't feel left out. Together, the two of you knock out much of the cooking, and he makes to thank you for your contributions. During the party, he is still busy attending to guests, but he does occasionally check up on you to make sure you're enjoying yourself. As midnight approaches, Barbatos summons you to the kitchen, telling you that he needs help preparing more food. Instead, when the two of you are alone, he kisses you. It is short, but it tells you so much more than words ever could. All of his unsaid feelings wrapped up into one small kiss is perfect for someone like Barbatos. After a moment alone, he sends you back out to the party, and you spend the rest of the night stealing subtle glances across the room.

Simeon

He invites you over for some seasonal baking. Just the two of you alone in the kitchen, baking sweets to your heart's content. A small flour fight breaks out, and you know it'll be a pain to clean later, but that doesn't matter right now. All that matters is that you and Simeon are having fun and doing something you both love. Eventually, you do manage to get some cookies into the over, and you have a moment to relax and clean up the mess. It is during this moment that Simeon notices midnight is just a minute away. He comes up to you, taking your attention away from your work, and he kisses you right as the time changes to midnight. He keeps you there for what feels like an eternity, the both of you swapping kisses and basking in the moment. After what feels like simultaneously too long and not long enough, a timer breaks your focus, signalling the cookies are done. The two of you share a laugh as you tear yourselves apart to go enjoy some sweets.

Solomon

Seeing as Solomon is the only other human in the program, the two of you have to indulge in classic New Years traditions. After some light arguing over what to do, you eventually settle on a marathon of The Twilight Zone. It is enjoyable, and it feels like time is at a standstill as you let the show draw you in. Solomon is particularly enjoying this marathon, and he actively engages by attempting to figure out the twist or true message of each episode. It is entertaining to watch him come up with his elaborate theories, and it feels like no time has passed despite the clock telling you it's almost midnight. Solomon suggests that, since the two of you are already indulging in traditional New Years activities, you might as well partake in one more. With that, you share a kiss with him as the clock strikes twelve, and it is a delightful kiss indeed.

Bonus: Luke

Luke tried so hard to stay up to midnight, he really did. He even had the idea to invite you over to ensure he'd stay up. All night the two of you played games and watched movies, all in an attempt to keep Luke awake. But, eventually, his body couldn't keep itself up much longer. After all, he's still a growing angel, and he needs his sleep. He passes out just a few minutes shy of midnight, and you're honestly surprised he lasted this long. You contemplate what to do for a moment before deciding that you should bring him to bed. You scoop Luke up into your arms, careful not to jostle him awake. After putting him to bed, you check the time and see that it is now midnight. You look down at the sleeping angel before placing a gentle peck on his forehead, whispering him good night. Then, you carefully make your way across the room, turn off the lights, and make your way back home.

[silverryu25]

I know this prompt isn't exactly on the list, but would you consider doing a lamia AU with the confession under sakura/cherry tree prompt? I think it would be really cool. -Mystery

This one is so freaking good hun!! QwQ I loved writing this one~! Hope you enjoy it @mystery-fic-anon ❤

DAY 6 - Absolute Randomness: Anime/manga (Love confession under Sakura trees) + Lamia AU

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It's a beautiful day outside, flowers are blooming, birds are singing and the Sakura are blooming.

Finally, spring was here. The forest was starting to come alive again. Small creatures waking from their winter slumber, birds coming home from their long travels south and the trees donning their finest gowns of gentle greens, whites and pinks. The Sakura trees, unusually abundant in this part of the forest, stood out even amongst all the other beauty of the early spring forest.

Their flowers sparkled in the gentle sunshine, petals slowly falling and covering the mossy forest ground. It was almost like another winter came, but this one filled everything with gentle scents and sights. It almost looked magical. Unreal. Beautiful beyond the reality of the world.

But none of that interested Red as he sat between the roots of an old Sakura tree, probably the biggest and oldest one in the forest. He knew the sights were something many would give a lot to see, but he had something a lot more beautiful in mind. Something that had mesmerized him for a few seasons already. Something he held close to his soul and wanted to see after the long, arduous winter.

His crimson eyelights flitted around, catching even the slightest motion. He could feel his nerves slowly fraying at the edges as his mind raced, panic slowly but mercilessly building up as the object of his quarry failed to show up.

The winter had been unusually harsh, and he wasn't sure that the one he was waiting for endured it. Every moment that passed made him hate himself a bit more.

If only he had offered his house as shelter.

If only he persisted in finding a better and safer place to wait the winter out.

If only he tried harder to say what he felt.

If only he confessed before.

As his mind spiraled inwards, he failed to notice the slight rustling of petals as something big approached him. He would have completely missed the behind the sound if he wasn't their intended target. The sound kept coming closer and closer, the rustling seeming to get even less noticeable as it approached.

Red sat there, frown deepening as a shadow loomed over him, and just as he noticed the change in the gentle light that passed between the flowers, it was too late! A pounce and he was buried under something huge! His breath forced out both from the new weight and surprise.

But before he could panic and call his bones or blasters, he noticed a flash of blue and went limp, relaxing as all his worries and shock melted away.

'sans,' the thought ran through his mind, making his soul skip from pure joy at finally seeing his friend. It was hard to express his delight at seeing him again, so outloud he said "wha' da heck are ya doin' ya overgrown noodle?"

The pressure eased from him as Sans pulled back enough so they could look at each other. The big lamia, his blue tail slowly wrapping under Red as he lifted him into a more comfortable position, grinned smugly at Red. They both knew Sans had caught Red by complete surprise and that he was very much enjoying Red being flustered about it.

The lamia had been playing tricks on Red since they met. Mostly by hiding when Red came to see him and then spooking him in many different ways. Or using some strange combination of flora and magic to make whoopee cushion sounds. Or when he made Red trip up and caught him before he fell and hurt himself on the uneven forest floor. Sans was a lamia of many pranks and Red was sure he tried them all on him.

But he had something important to say today and he wasn't going to let Sans prank him and make him laugh and forget.

"yea, yea. be smug ya noodle but i ain't gonna laugh at yer pranks today." Red mumbled out as he straightened his ruffled clothes, trying to get some confidence before speaking about what he had been mulling over the whole winter.

"what wrong? hurt?" Sans asked, trying to move Red's clothes away to check if he hurt him accidentally, only to get his phalanges slapped away by the small flustered bundle of bones sitting in his coils.

His speech was still a bit choppy and sometimes hard to follow, but he was learning pretty fast. When they met Sans could only use a simple kind of sign language, and even that only to describe simple concepts of where to hunt or sleep. It wasn't that Sans wasn't smart enough to learn spoken language, it was just that he never had a chance since he lived alone with only one clutch sibling since they were very little. And even that didn't last long since lamia were mostly solitary beings, at least until they mated.

Since they met, Red has been teaching Sans how to talk, but the winter was long and some progress was bound to be lost. Still, Red understood what Sans was asking, and he could feel a pang in his soul over the thought of making Sans worry after they hadn't seen each other in so long.

"nwa, ain't hurt just wanna say somethin' 'mportant..." Red quickly reassured Sans, grabbing his hands both to stop them from fretting and to help him ground himself. "i've been worried fer ya, sans. da winter was... bad an' i didn' know if ya were ok or not. and i couldn' find ya cause th're was too much sno' and i-"

Suddenly, Sans arms snapped up and around Red, cutting the panicking words from overflowing even more. Red froze for a moment, surprised by the sudden movement, but he quickly melted into the embrace and hugged back, phalanges tangling into the bigger monsters ribs. He hid his face into the wide ribs in front of him, trying to breathe slowly, so he wouldn't cry do something stupid.

"sssssssssssshhh, am ok. no hurt. red no hurt. me no hurt." Sans' gentle words, a little hiss following each sentence as he shushed him, helped Red calm down after a fem more moments of clinging to Sans.

When he was sure he had complete control over himself, Red untangled his phalanges from Sans' ribs and pushed on his chest to get Sans to let him lean back enough to see him.

"i was worried."

"yesss. know."

"... i missed ya."

"missssssed red too."

Sans tried leaning forward for a nuzzle, but Red's hand in his face stopped him. Confused, Sans pulled back, head tilted to one side. Red understood his confusion, he never stopped Sans from showing affection. But he still needed to say the most important thing and didn't want to risk chickening out missing out on the opportunity.

"wait, i need ta tell ya somethin' first," Red said as he closed his eyes and took a deep breath. It was now or never. He had to do it. He had to say it now. He couldn't leave Sans alone again, not after the horror this winter was. Even if the next winter was a long way away, he couldn't risk the time slipping through his phalanges and losing Sans to the next winter.

Sans, as patient as his magic coulour hinted, sat still and watched Red collect himself. Only the tip of his tail twitching showed that he wasn't as calm as he appeared, but Sans paid it no mind, all his focus on the small skeleton in his lap.

"sans...," Red started, taking one more deep breath, then he opened his sockets, expression full of determination as he looked Sans directly into his eyelights. "i love ya."

Red could feel his cheeks warming up as he stared at Sans. The lamia's sockets widened for a moment, the words slowly processing as his barely awake brain trying to understand the words he had only learned about once.

They stared at each other for a few soulbeats, Red already starting to worry the other would reject him when, suddenly, Sans started leaning down, eyelights fixated on Red's. Sans slowly tilted his head, never breaking eye contact, as he leaned closer and closer. At first, Red was confused about the other's actions, but as their teeth almost touched and Sans paused, Red's brain caught up with the situation. He could feel his blush intensify, his magic travelling down his cheeks and his neck, even his joints started glowing slightly. But Sans didn't move an inch more... he was waiting. Waiting for Red to cross that last barrier between them.

Without missing another soulbeat, Red leaned forward, their teeth touching and magic sparking, both of their sockets closed as they could finally enjoy the closeness their souls had been longing for, even if their words and minds wouldn't admit it.

They both sat there, under the oldest Sakura tree in the forest, legs and coils tangled up as they indulged in each other. Pink Sakura petals gently falling, almost as if they wanted to help hide the two from the world, so they could enjoy each other to their souls content.

No more words were said.

None were needed.

They finally had each other and that was their everything.

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.... does anyone have a leash that works on plot bunnies? A short one? Like 500 words max? I'm asking for a friend ._.

I promise this was supposed to be short like it was yesterday... like max 500 words short... why am I like this?!?!? Someone help me!!! I need an intervention!! QAQ!!!

Sans spent the winter hibernating in a cave somewhere, but Red didn't know exactly where since usually Sans was the one that found him when they met up. The winter was bad (frick global warming DX) so Red was super worried it would be too cold for Sans to survive. But Sans is a very smart snek and took good care of himself :3

Btw, wanna know how Sans, a forest living lamia, knew about whoopee cushions? Weeeeell... Red brought one to prank him and let's just say Sans is a quick learner and Red has many regrets XD

[mercury-lurks]

Quoth the Raven "Nevermore."

Trigger Warnings: blood, unethical experimentation, death, gore, body horror, implied electrocution, drugging (kind of), general lab stuff yk how it is

'+'

Subject 3.4/Alpha Starr-80B sat in its room. It wasn't much of a room, to be honest. A cold, concrete floor, dull gray walls, and the thick metal door being the only dignifying features. There was a hook on the wall that a sturdy chain attached to, ending at the shackle clamped onto its wrist. It was lucky today. It wasn't around its throat.

Its breathing was the only sound in the room, the subtle rise and fall of its chest the only indicator of any sort of livingness. 3.4/Alpha Starr-80B, or just 80-B for short, dared not move a muscle.

80-B's handler would be here soon. She was a lovely young woman, short and fat with a gentle hand. Her name was classified information to 80-B, but it had been told that her title was High-Risk Handling and Training 74-C. It thought of her just as C.

The muzzle locked tight enough around its face to prevent blood flow prevented it from speaking. It toyed with the inside of its mouth, biting the inside of its cheek and running its muscular tongue over its teeth.

The door opened soundlessly, C walking with confidence into the room.

"Eight-Zero-B, stand up," she said. 80-B rose to its feet, the chain clanking against the ground. Its gaze fell just below her eyes, not that she'd be able to tell. C smiled, walking over to the hook on the wall and unchaining 80-B, keeping the chain clutched in her hand. "Good little creature."

It preened at the complement, but its face did not betray its emotions. Emotions were only felt by humans, of which 80-B was not. 80-B was something greater.

C led it out into the hallway, its legs mostly cooperative. Its left foot turned inwards a bit when standing on two feet, resulting in a slight, but noticeable, limp. She continued leading it further and further into the facility, down monochromatic hallways and past cells.

She stopped in front of a locked door, using her keycard to get in. It recognized this place as the training room. It resisted a smile.

"Do whatever it takes to win. Killing is expected. Make us proud, Eight-Zero-B." She unclasped the cuff from its wrist and undid the muzzle. It gnashed its teeth, flexing its jaw. "Good little thing.. Get in there."

80-B wasted no time. It dropped to all fours, running towards the opposite end of the room and bursting through the doors to find its next opponent. On the other end of the fighting ring was a grotesque looking thing, once human like itself. Its limbs were rotting away, exposed bone in between sloughing skin and wheezing gasps of pure agony. 80-B pulled its lips back into a snarl, slinking low to the floor. The other creature did not seem to notice it, eyes and ears dulled by whatever experiments it has been subjected to.

80-B took pride in the fact that it was more perfect than the thing before it.

The bell rang, signaling the beginning of the fight. It immediately sprung forward, sinking its teeth into the other's throat. Blood poured into its mouth, and it resisted the urge to lap it up from the source. 80-B shook its head, ripping out the creature's throat.

It barely reacted, moaning in pain, falling forward onto the mat. 80-B took great joy in tearing it apart further, pouncing on it and ripping each inch of flesh off its bones.

When it was left with nothing but a broken skeleton and a mound of flesh, the bell rang again, signaling the end of the fight. 80-B was drenched in blood, eyes squinting in joy.

C opened the door, surveying the carnage with an emotionless look. She moved over to 80-B, grabbing its face and wrenching it up to look at her.

"Too messy. Do better." C used her other hand to backhand it. Despite being unable to feel it, it still stung. It blew air through its nose harshly, sitting back on its haunches.

Next time it'd be cleaner. It just got excited. Never be excited. Never feel anything.

C locked a collar around its neck, tugging on the chain. "Move, you pathetic dog."

80-B followed silently, having lost the privilege of two-legged walking. It liked walking like this more, it was more comfortable, but two-legged walking gave the illusion of sentience.

His name was Marshall Alistair Castemont. He was taken from his home as an infant, selected for his genetics and compatibility with the experiments they were conducting. He was turned into a monster and deprived of his humanity, he is still sentient, he's aware and awake and alive and he's not a toy-

Nevertheless, 80-B was led into the examination room. It liked the examination room, it meant that it would get better. Soon it would be perfect. Soon it would be unstoppable.

C gestured for him to get on the examination table, and it complied with her request. She left the room, and it knew that a doctor would be arriving shortly.

It let out a breath, staring at the medical tools on the counter. It felt its hands burning off into smoke, but it quickly tapped down the urge to turn. The doctor would not like it if it were to misbehave.

Soon enough, the doctor entered the room. He was a tall man, easily overpowered by 80-B's sheer strength in a matter of moments. The doctor lazily washed his hands, snapping on nitrile gloves.

"Down." He commanded, and it obeyed, laying down on the examination table.

The doctor began his examination, roughly jabbing a needle into 80-B's arm. Of course it was immune to pain, but it still wasn't comfortable. But that didn't matter.

Never feel, never think, never speak, never move out of turn, never look them in the eyes, never-

He injected a clear liquid into it, and for the first time since its last examination it felt warmth trickling up its arm. It winced as the liquid traveled through its scars, the only place it could truly feel pain.

After a minute or so of waiting, the doctor continued. He made 80-B take an assortment of medication, which made it tired-

Never sleep, never eat, never drink, never breathe, never-

When it woke up, it was alone. Back in its cell. Blood slicked the floor around it, having most likely come from itself. It was dizzy.

80-B shook its head to clear its thoughts, rising to its knees. Bandages were wrapped around its chest, its shirt laying just a bit away from it. It used its long arms to grab it and pull it over the bandages.

It carefully held the side of its stomach covered in Lichtenberg scars. Breathing hurt, but it needed to. Never let your guard down.

Noticing the muzzle had been put back on its mouth, it sat back down on the floor. It ran its fingers over its scars, recounting each event tied to them to pass the time.

One from its first training session,

Two from a mission,

Three from C,

Four from itself,

Five from-

The next day was quite the same as yesterday. Wait for C, kill another monster, get examined, repeat. 80-B hardly ate, only consuming enough to keep it from starving.

Every day was the same. Every day was the same. Every day was the same.

80-B wanted more. It wanted to prove itself. It wanted to be something great, something to be feared.

Never have ambitions, never let your guard down, never leave, never think about leaving, never forget your place, never-

To put it simply, 80-B was bored. This monotonous cycle of wait, fight, repeat was not getting it anywhere. What use was a creature of its power if kept locked away?

What use was a boy without his family? What use was a human being so twisted and imperfect? What use was-

80-B drummed its fingers on the ground beside it. Any minute now C would come and collect it and put it to work. Anything was better than sitting here bored out of its mind.

Never had a mind, I am a tool, I am a monster, use me, use me, use me, use me, use me-

It huffed out a breath, standing to its feet. It began pacing the room, only halted by the sharp tug of the chain when it went too far away. The muzzle bit into its scar.

It could feel the weight of the collar around its neck. It rubbed against its scar painfully. The shirt had been put over it today.

80-B wanted out. 80-B did not want to be here anymore. 80-B was more than this.

Marshall was scared, Marshall was in pain, Marshall was angry, Marshall-

80-B bit its lip hard enough to pierce through it and growled.

"I am not Marshall," it said, its rough voice muffled through the muzzle. As it spoke, the collar sparked with electricity. It huffed with amusement, unfeeling. As if a little electricity could hurt it.

It blinked, breathing in deeply, realizing an easy truth it'd been too blind to consider. It could leave.

All it had to do was tug off this collar and dig out the tracker and it would be free. It could do whatever it wanted. It didn't have to be stuck in this endless repetitive cycle.

Its fingers twitched. 80-B didn't have to be 80-B. It could carve out a place for itself in the outside world, make its own legacy not tied down by scientists and doctors and C. It could carve-

80-B smiled, all teeth. It could carve.

It grabbed the collar, bending it with its grip. It pulled sharply, ripping it off. It clattered to the floor. An alarm rang, the room lighting up red.

80-B liked a challenge.

As quickly as it could, it sliced open its leg and tugged out the tracker, stomping on it to make sure it broke. The muzzle was next, the dense metal torn to shreds and laid on the floor.

It ripped out the tag from its ear, throwing it on the floor. 80-B eyed the door, dropping to all fours. Charging at the door, it broke easily.

Soldiers with guns were already there, but 80-B was better than them.

Never leave, never forget your place, never disobey, never attack a staff member, never take off your muzzle, never-

It pounced, mouth wide open and filled with teeth.

TOO MESSY. DO BETTER.

The stains on the floor were neat and streaked just the way it liked them to. It faced another soldier and ripped their head off, throwing it at another. 80-B growled, dissipating in a cloud of smoke.

The smoke wrapped around another soldier and entered their body, taking control over them. 80-B quickly adapted to this new form and ran away, its claws poking through the fingers of this lowly human.

Its vessel got shot not a moment later, and 80-B howled in pain, whimpering. Blood dripped down its back, and pain radiated from every inch of its body.

80-B abandoned its host, launching itself onto the wall and crawling up the ceiling. It continued onward.

Eventually it made it to the cafeteria. The exit was just ahead, it just had to make it past the guards. It barely even registered that it had been shot until they were all dead.

Never do this, never do that, never stray away, never conform, never be individual, never be messy, never be clean, never waste a kill, never-

80-B ate good for the first time in a long time.

Never walk upright, never act civilized, never be feral, never be nice, never be mean, never talk back, never express emotions, never be too cold, never feel, never-

It found a pack of matches in one of their pockets.

Never eat, never drink, never run, never sleep, never-

From the outside, it watched as the facility burned to the ground.

Never betray us, never disobey us, never go against us, never distrust us, never-

80-B thought it needed a new name for itself.

My name is Marshall Alistair Castemont and I'M STILL HERE-

Its name was not Marshall. It was not Marshall anymore. That boy had died a long, long time ago.

Never, never, never, never, never, never, never, never, never, never, never, never, never-

Never-

Never.

His name was Never.

[13th-dragon-prince]

Musesofawolf -- [Prior]

He pulled the gecko to him, leaning down, head tilted, pressing his forehead to those horns, holding Whillow there as his silver eyes gleamed in greeting, in a way he knew the instinctual side of the half dragon would get. Their breath mingled, his eyes held his, and he let the friendly gecko see that wild nature just below the surface. It wasn't quite the same as the headbutt, but it had the same intent. Hello, I am Bryn. I see you, and you see me. It was an offer, and an acceptance of the one offered to him, and after a long moment, his fingers untangled from the locks of hair on the back of Whill's head, Bryn rising back to his full height, and peering down at the short fighter as he breathed out in a coarse whisper, "Let's go." He turned, un-slinging his rifle from the saddle bag, the strap going over his head and a finger pressing to where a hammer would fall, aether collecting and priming the rifle as he didn't wait for Whill, moving with sure footing towards the bridge leading to that spire, and to the resting place of old and powerful dragons. If he had questions, he could ask, and Bryn would answer.

There was a moment as Whillow looked up to Featherflame (that chittered laugh a friendly thing, as if understanding the joke he had played) that he neglected to take full stock of the shift in atmosphere; as he knew no fear thus far despite how many buttons he’d pushed or how rough his pouncing had been for the man. So it was the solid drop of those calf-high boots to the soil, the heels a dense thunk of a well-built stature, that had the gecko’s attention in an instant - that stare causing that chipping noise in the back of that molten throat to simmer as his expression naturally fell; tail stilled as the thought of misused permission swayed over his spine. It compounded further in that stiffness across his scales as that calloused hand moved to the nape of his neck before the young dragon-thing could recognize what was happening and for a moment- only a fraction of a second - his core tightened in preparation. Finding instead the warmth once again pressed to his horns; their inner core as sensitive as his tail but in a more direct closeness; feeling the ‘thoughts’ that spun, the ‘emotions’ of those eyes as they stayed so close. In an instant those dark almonds widened with recognition, nearly pure circles full of the reflections around him, around them, colors of the world gleaming on silver mirrors as that smile returned. I see you. You see me. Feeling that warmth leave as his companion moved away with that short whisper, Whillow’s eyes followed him for a few heartbeats before glancing back towards Featherflame. The sharp teeth showed in a beaming smile he couldn’t contain; brash flicking of his ears in tempo with a quiet rumble that rose from deep within - each of his clawed toes wiggled into the dirt as the excitement, the joy, hit him from tip to tail, tapping his feet against the ground with a quick burst of energy as the little gecko stepped from side to side in a quick pace, humming with an inhale before hopping after his handler - his friend. Bouncing after him with a few more steps than Brynhorn’s larger gait needed, Whillow ran up beside him with that chittering smile; bonking his horns against one of his elbows for a second before rounding around in front of him, walking backwards with well-coordinated steps as the petite fellow looked up at him. Stern, serious, stoic. Some other S words probably, could be used to describe Brynhorn, but as those eyes looked down to him again, Whill would only say he is Bryn. The perfect word. For a bit the La’Mellae just watched him in quiet, slitted eyes curious about the tool that was held in fingered grip - He was well aware of guns (Usually made just to hunt him.) This was different though, and different from the stinky smell of gunpowders or ignition. Tip-tap-tip went the claws along the scaffold of the bridge, Tap-tip-tap did the talons sound as the curious dragonkin was on the otherside of the man, looking at him from a new angle, eying the item before finally thinking to attempt to voice the observations. “Bryn knows more than most Homa, Hunts with eyes of La’Mellae…” He paused and clasped his hands behind his back to walk in the way he’d once seen the soldier do - it wasn’t a mockery but a genuine attempt even if he didn’t really get it - pursing dark lips he once more gave that strangely learned smile; “So… here we are to play?” To find the chase, one that would not pounce kindly from trees.

[edie-baby]

to have and to hold | juri vips

summary: Juri Vips was a bastard of a teammate. Mostly just because you were insanely in love with him and his flirtatious ways. Juri senses a change in your behaviour and when things begin going back to normal, Juri just fucks it up again. (Similar premise to the Mr & Mrs imagine with Liam, but different[?])

word count: 2894

warnings: swearing, still. i don't think i should have to put warnings about swearing anymore, it's basically a given.

Working with Juri Vips was a fucking trainwreck. There was no light way to put it, it was messy, it was painful, and yet you could never stop fucking staring at him. Being his teammate in F2 for the past year and a half, the two of you had gotten quite close, to the point where his family invited you on vacation with them when they were going, and you had joined them once, but realised about two hours in, that it was a thinly veiled attempt from literally his entire family to get the two of you together.

And while you were all for it, being forced to spend so much time with Juri, while he was shirtless nonetheless, was a literal dream come true, it was also incredibly painful for you to stop from pouncing on him at any given moment. Because as much as his family thought there was something between you, it was purely Juri’s charisma and character to be almost constantly flirting with you.

You remember the first time the two of you, a few other F2 drivers had come along as well, had gone to the beach and he had seen you bust out the bikini you knew made you look like a hot piece, he hadn’t shut up about it, or you, for weeks afterwards.

“Well look at you, little miss supermodel. I would have thought you’d be walking catwalks with legs like that, not pushing pedals like the rest of us. God, you look like you just stepped out of my dreams and onto this beach. If you keep looking like that, I think I might have a problem to deal with later in the shower.” He had hollered, and many of the guys around you either joined in or had nothing to say but gawk. Juri’s comments had cemented themselves in your brain however, calling back upon them whenever you felt less than top dollar, which you had to admit was becoming more often in recent months.

Juri had noticed your slowly waning confidence, of course he had. His gorgeous view of you in crop tops, little skirts, and tight shorts had turned into oversized shorts, hoodies, and ill-fitting jeans. All of which still made you the most beautiful girl in the world, but there was something missing from your aura, a general happiness that had been lacking since the new season started a few months ago. In the entire time Juri had known you, you were never one to listen to other’s opinions of you, whether they be good or bad, the only people you had ever listened to and taken words to heart from were himself, your parents, and your boyfriend.

Somehow in the span of about three minutes, Juri had tracked the four most likely culprits of your diminished ego. He knew he hadn’t said anything harmful or damaging to you since the season began, as many of your conversations had revolved around racing, other drivers in the paddock, or your family. Your parents, he was confident in, he had met them many times before, and they were always genuinely warm and welcoming, he supposed there might have been another side to them, though he believed he would have picked up on it by now. Which leaves only your boyfriend, whom Juri had zero confidence in.

Tye was nice, almost disgustingly so, but he was also much too proud of being nice for it to be genuine. He would open car doors for you, give you flowers every few months, and once bought you a necklace with a pendant of his name. But you would never forget that he did those things for you, because as soon as you would mention something relatively negative, those few acts of kindness were shoved down your throat.

Juri, of course, was not privy to that information. All he knew was that Tye’s possessive behaviour and complete lack of care for your wishes meant that there was something beneath the surface Juri was sure was the reason for your confidence, or lack thereof.

So when you came into work one day, to continue shooting some videos for the YouTube channel, wearing a gorgeously fitted pair of jeans, and a halter-neck singlet, Juri knew something was afoot. Also notable was your lack of gold necklace and your beaming smile toward the Estonian.

“You gonna keep staring like that, or do you want to take a photo?” You asked, your voice holding the teasing lilt Juri had missed in the past weeks. Without breaking his gaze from your body, Juri reached into the pocket of his shorts, his hand retrieving his phone and taking a photo of you standing there, tight clothes and bright smile in all its glory. He smirked when he saw your barely concealed smile.

“You’re in a much better mood than usual. What happened?” Juri couldn’t help but ask, the drastic shift in your mood was more than intriguing to him. Your smile widened, taking the last few steps toward his position in a chair behind the large conference table.

“I lost 80 kilos last night.” You whispered, leaning in closer to Juri, the glint in your eyes, the proximity and the tone were all so familiar to him that he couldn’t help but meet you halfway, barely three inches between your faces as the words processed in his mind.

Juri glanced down at your body confusedly, trying to figure out where exactly the 80kg had disappeared from. Then, the pieces began clicking into place. The lack of gold necklace, the tighter clothes, the glowing smile, none of which would have been staring Juri in the face if Tye had a say.

“You dumped Tye?” Juri questioned, his eyes lighting up, his raise in volume betraying just how excited he was for you, and himself. You nodded, eyes softening as you watched the pure joy cross Juri’s face. Him being happy was something that always warmed your heart, but Juri being happy about you finally being happy? You were sure your knees were about to buckle.

“I’m glad. I can have you all to myself now.” Juri grumbled, reaching for your hands that were braced against the arms of his chair. With a sharp tug, your balance was offset, and your body was tumbling toward Juri’s. You landed with a giggle in Juri’s lap, his own laughter joining yours and the two of you simply enjoyed each other’s presence after having an intangible wall built between you during your relationship with Tye.

Juri couldn’t hold a taken woman like he loved her, not when that taken woman wasn’t his to hold. And you, how could you revel in the feel of man’s touch that was anyone’s but the man you supposedly loved. You couldn’t break out in goosebumps, or have a shiver roll down your spine when you felt the familiar pressure of his calloused fingertips pressing into the skin of your back, desperate to keep you close. You weren’t allowed to sigh in content when you felt the warmth of his body seep into your skin, or whimper when his hot breath rolled over the skin of your neck.

But now you could. Now, without the moral implications of enjoying another man, you could sink into this all-consuming feeling you have when Juri is near.

“Morning you two. We’ve got a video to film in the garage if you want to follow me?” The social media manager, Georgina,  a lovely woman in her 40s whom you always went to for advice and style tips, poked her head into the room you and Juri were tangled in, a cheeky smile on her face when she spotted the somewhat compromising position. A blush fell heavy on your cheeks, and you were quick to try and scramble away from Juri.

He had other ideas though. When Juri began moving, you clutched onto him for dear life, terrified of falling to the ground even though it was only about two feet. Your arms circled around his neck, your legs fully wrapping around his hips from where you were straddling him on the chair. His large hands came to rest on the underside of your thighs, hoisting you up higher on his body. Your legs clenched around his middle, the feel of his fingers pushing into the soft skin of your legs was electrifying, and you were sure if you didn’t have a video to film, you would have been telling the Estonian to find an unoccupied office to take what he needed from you.

But alas, you had a job to do. So, still wrapped around Juri like a vice, he carried you through the Hitech office, nodding to other staff you passed, and occasionally nuzzling his nose into your neck to get a good whiff of your perfume. Juri had said multiple times the scent was intoxicating and could bring any man to his knees. You may have gone out and bought an extra bottle to ensure you never ran out after that.

After a few minutes, you stepped into the garage with Juri, well, he stepped in you just kind of floated in. The scent of grease, rubber and a slight hint of fuel invaded your nostrils, and you sighed in content. Juri chuckled at your actions, he always loved watching you step into a garage, or out onto the pit lane to take in the smells of burnt rubber. You told him every time he laughed at you that it evoked a calm feeling within you, it was nostalgic, filled with happy memories from your childhood and the memories of races you shared with Juri on track.

“Alright lovebirds, can we get you in these chairs and we’ll start explaining while we finish getting set up.” Georgina stated, smiling fondly at the love between her two youngsters. Juri sat you down in one of the chairs sitting before the cameras, not leaving your side for long as he planted himself in his own chair and dragged you as close as possible.

Georgina explained the rules of the game, and the way you would be playing it, choosing you to sit in the background listening to music whilst Juri answered questions about you. First, they gave you a list of questions about yourself, asking to circle the correct answers and they would be compared to Juri’s during the game.

“Ok Juri, the first question. How old was Y/N when she started karting?” Georgina questioned. She watched you in the background closely to ensure you couldn’t hear anything, but you were blissfully unaware of everything around you, headphones in your ears, legs tucked up on the chair, scrolling through your phone with the occasional giggle escaping your lips. Each time Juri heard the angelic sound, he would turn to look at you with a look so soft it made the entire team’s heart swell.

“Uh, I think she was 10, I know she started late because she had to argue with her parents to let her do it with her brothers, and I think 10 is about the right age.” Juri answered, looking as though he was thinking quite hard about it. It had been a long time since the two of you discussed your start in karting, it was one of the first conversations you had together, and since then you hadn’t had to talk about generic teammate topics. Juri was proud that he remembered something seemingly insignificant from a year and a half ago, but supposed when it came to you he could never forget a thing.

“Alright, next question. What is Y/N’s biggest fear? Is it A, the ocean, B, goblins, or C, heights?” Juri’s eyes nearly bulged out of his head when he heard the second answer, trying to figure out why it was even an option in the first place. His eyes focused on one spot on the floor, his brain moving a mile a minute to analyse conversations he had with you.

“Well, we’ve been to the beach together a few times, and thinking back I don’t think she’s ever gotten into the water. So maybe the ocean, but she also said once when we were looking at a castle that she doesn’t like gargoyles, so goblins could be a thing. But she’s definitely not scared of heights. She’s gone skydiving, bungee jumping and climbed bridges and things like that. So I’m going to say the ocean. I feel like I would definitely know if she was scared of something like goblins.” Juri laughed, his eyes still glued to the spot on the floor, his thoughts flowing through his mouth with little consideration of how they could be interpreted.

“What is something Y/N never leaves the house with?” Georgina was hopeful for this question, she was sure it could be the catalyst for the two drivers to finally own up to their feelings after reading your answer. Juri listened to the multiple choice answers, but none of them sounded just right.

“So, the rings sound the closest, but sometimes she will wear lots, and other times only a few, and when she can’t wear them on her hands, she’ll thread it onto a necklace to wear under her race suit, or something so yeah, I’d say the rings.” Juri answered, turning to look at you behind him, wearing the exact ring he was talking about on the ring finger of your right hand.

“And what ring is the one she wears on her necklace?” Georgina probed, knowing the answer and just wanting to see the way Juri heated up when he talked about it.

“Uh, it’s a diamond ring that has a J engraved on the inside.” Juri answered, his cheeks turning an adorable shade of pink. A smile broke out on your face as you watched Juri, his flustered state always made you giggle as he was such a confident and put-together person usually. As a habit, you began spinning the ring on your right hand around, feeling the shape of the diamonds and knowing the initial carved into the inside was a claim over you.

“Do you know where she got it?” Georgina asked. She was getting frustrated, Juri was much more calm about revealing the intimacy of the ring than she had hoped.

“I gave it to her. About a year ago, and then she gave me a necklace with an (your initial) on it. I wear it every day, and it’s the only piece of jewellery I wear while I drive.” Juri answered, his fingers reaching up to toy with the thin gold chain hidden beneath his shirt. He looked over his shoulder at you, spotting the spinning ring immediately and smiling at you.

You looked up at him, a dazed look as you stared at the gorgeous man in front of you. He could see the stars in your eyes, staring at him as though he hung the moon, and if he was honest with himself, if you asked, he would. There was nothing you could ask of him that would be too much, even if you didn’t ask, he would do everything for you. No one had ever held this power over him, he wasn’t even sure it would feel this good if it were anyone else, but you just did something to him. You unlocked a part of him he didn’t know existed.

You were just, everything. To him. You were everything he ever wanted, ever needed, even everything he didn’t know he needed. You opened him up, poured sunshine into his life in the form of your smile, happiness penetrated his bones because of your laugh. He didn’t want to lose that again, didn’t want to lose you to another man. He needed you, and he needed you now.

It was like slow motion, the way Juri surged out of his chair toward you, his hands cupping your jaw roughly as he guided you to your feet. The laptop on the ground pulled the earphones from your ears, your phone clattering to the floor in your surprise. Your hands reached up to fist in his shirts, not wanting to lose this proximity. You had him in your grasp and you’d be damned if you ever let him go again.

Juri pressed his lips to yours, as soft and warm as you’d imagined them so many times before. You kissed him back with ferocity, the eighteen months worth of emotion poured into a kiss to communicate your feelings in a way that didn’t need words. He kissed back just as fiercely, his hands holding your face still to allow him to do exactly what he needed. You were pliable to his every demand, putty in his hands. Juri had always had this effect on you, every fleeting touch or brush of a hand on your waist made your knees weak and your stomach flutter with the force of a thousand butterflies.

Juri pulled away, barely a breath between your lips as he panted slightly. Your eyes were trained on his lips, the fullness of his bottom lip, the redness from your assault on them making them look all the more kissable.

“So, how about we switch that ring to the other hand and really make this a Mr & Mrs video?”

[jedijesi]

Luminary Love

Prince!Din Djarin x F!Princess!Reader

🤍Masterlist🤍

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Smut (F receiving, PiV, Breeding kink)

Summary: Tonight is your (unwanted) wedding to the soon-to-be King of Mandalore, but is there more to him than meets the eye?

Word Count: 3,100+

A/N: I’ve had this idea for several days now and I just needed to write it. Don’t worry tho bc the next ch. of biblichor will b out soon. Enjoy some Din content!🤍

All night long, you received congratulations and cheers. Thousands, billions of people would kill to be in your position, but you dreaded this more than anything. You never wanted to marry the soon-to-be king of Mandalore, but the Royal administration never gave you an option. Throughout the fantastical wedding, you repeatedly reminded yourself it was for your people - they are the ones who will prosper from this. Thankfully, his creed forbade him from removing his helmet in front of others, therefore you weren’t allowed to kiss him. The only time you had to touch him during the ceremony was when you held hands. Even then, his mastiff-leather gloves create a barrier from any real contact.

After the ceremony, you avoided your new husband as best you could. When it was time to put on a show, you had forced yourself to put on the royal smile you had been practicing. When eating, you sat as far away as possible from him but not far enough to worry the royal administrations that watched you two tentatively. The times you were called to waltz, you performed what you had been learning for months but never made eye contact with him. After a few dances, the royals watching had joined in and forgotten about you, giving you the perfect chance to escape.

You spent your time talking with other royalty, expressing your worries and concerns to Princess Mary of Ryloth. Unlike you, she was happily married, but it was her 3rd time. The first two suitors weren’t ‘good enough’ for her, so she became the royal’s biggest scandal and ignored her administration to marry for love. Luckily her experience with terrible lovers led to wonderful tips and tricks that she gladly gave you for your wedding night. You knew she was telling you these things to help, but in reality, it only made you feel worse about your new life.

“Djarin, my oldest friend, how are you enjoying your wedding?” General Paz said with a heavy pat to Din’s pauldron.

“It’s… grand.” Din sounded unconvinced by his own words.

“Grand? Is that all you have to say?”

“Well, everything appears wonderful, but my wife won’t speak nor look at me.”

“Have you attempted to talk to her?”

“Of course!” Din and Paz turn to watch you talk to Princess Mary. “She never responds, though.”

The uncomfortable feeling of Din’s stare props you to turn around. The blue and silver beskar statues jump when you catch them and quickly turn back to avoid any further embarrassment.

“I haven’t seen her in years, but she has grown to be quite beautiful, you must admit.” Paz shrugs.

“I know, it’s one of the many reasons I married her. I just… wish she’d give me a chance.”

“Well, she better. I overheard that the administration is already seething that you two haven’t gone back to your honeymoon suite.”

Din rolls his eyes under his helmet. “I don’t care about them. They shouldn’t have a say in my marriage.”

“Good luck arguing that. You know they expect an heir to be conceived tonight.”

“I already have Grogu. Is he not enough?”

“Nothing is enough for them, my friend.” Paz pats Din’s back reassuringly. “Just be kind to the poor girl. I’m sure she isn’t pleased with all of this.” He gestures to the grand chandeliers and dramatic towers of cake and food.

Din sighs as he fiddles with the edge of his cape. “Alright. I should probably go fetch her before the Administration creates any more drama.”

“Good luck, your majesty.” Paz bows as Din walks your way.

Din let’s go of his cape before wiping his armor of any lingering bits of dust and dirt, wanting to be as presentable as possible for you. When Din arrives behind you, he clears his throat and bows.

“My Princess, it is time for us to leave for the Honeymoon Suite.”

Without a word, you give him a nod and take his arm. The guests cheer and whisper as you and your husband make your way out of the ballroom. You could hear Royal Administers whisper their concerns regarding your fertility or your performance in bed. It was dehumanizing, to say the least. You fought for justice and equality on Naboo, but this was not the way on Mandalore. Your new role would be diminished to a supporting queen who would raise the future heirs. Meanwhile, the other women of Mandalore were busy serving valiantly in wars. This was the way. Mandalore was born out of extremists, and you had to embrace the consequences.

Din hated the whispers. If he were king, he would have lashed out long ago, but the coronation isn’t for another few days. You didn’t deserve to be treated as an object. Din saw you to be the goddess that would help lead his people into prosperity and the gorgeous woman who may one day graciously birth his children. Such slander against someone so perfect made Din rage under his helmet. A few more days. Din would remind himself.

.

The Suite reflected Mandalore: grand and majestic. Silver swirls of beskar outlined the stained glass windows that watched over Mandalore. The bed was larger than any other you had seen before. It looked cozy; a complete contrast to the large and uncomfortable dress you’ve been wearing all day. You walked over to touch the silk-like blankets and sighed at its softness.

Din watched you with interest - mesmerized by the way the roaring fireplace creates a golden glow on your features. “Wife?”

“Hmm?”

“Why don’t you look at me?” The flicker of sadness in his voice took you by surprise. You weren’t sure if Mandalorians could feel emotions underneath the layers of cold beskar. “Do I… scare you?”

You turn to look at him, your nerves shining through by the twiddling of your thumbs. “I… I don't know.”

“What is wrong, my dear princess? I want to fix this. I don't want to start our marriage off on the wrong foot.” You sit down on the luxurious bed, your eyes now watching as you fiddle with your dress. Din walks towards you, taking a knee to be at eye level with you. “I understand this isn't what you wanted. I heard whispers that it took the maids an hour to get you off your ship. That you fought off any guard that laid a hand on you.” Din chuckled at the image he had created in his head. “But then the fighting stopped… why?” You couldn't find it within yourself to respond. “Won’t you please entertain my curiosity?”

You sighed and looked up into the dark visor. “I realized I was being selfish. I had forgotten that marriage among the royals was for the people… not for love.”

“You do not love me?”

“We barely know each other, your majesty.”

“What are you speaking of? We used to be best friends.”

You scoffed at Din. “We were children, your majesty. You were just a servant boy in the palace back then, but times have changed, haven't they, your majesty.”

“Please refrain from calling me ‘your majesty.’ I thought we were beyond that.” Din groaned, annoyed by the ridiculous title.

“Din, you're to become the Mandalore - the king - in a few days' time. I understand the rules - I understand why you had to marry me.”

“What? So that I could officially hold the title as king? I don't care about a stupid title - the administration does.”

“Then why marry me? There are millions of royals lined up to marry the Mandalore, but why choose me, Din? Why?” You started getting hysterical at it all. Your life's work had come to a halt just so that Din could be crowned king. It was disgusting and unfair.

“As an orphan-servant boy, the days your family visited were the best days of my life. Your parents always treated me like their own - the complete opposite of how the Kryze family did. I meant it when I said you were my best friend. You were the only person who could beat Paz and me in a fight. The only person who would sneak out of the palace to play in the garden at night with me. When your parents… passed and you stopped visiting me… It crushed me. I never stopped thinking about you, my princess.”

You could hear the build-up of tears in Din’s throat, but he wasn't the only one. You too had tears in your eyes, remembering the once pure and innocent life you had. You bring your hand up to din's helmet, holding where his cheek would be.

“Do you remember that last night?”

“Of course I do. It was a cold night in the rose garden. I gave you my coat since you had insisted you didn't need your shall.” Din smiled and chuckled at the memory.

“I... I never saw your lips, but I had never felt such pure joy than the moment they molded against mine.”

Din leans his head forward to rest your foreheads together. Underneath, he continued to beam. It had been so long since he had felt such love - such love that could only be created by you.

“My princess, I never stopped loving you. Even as we grew up and apart, I would watch the holovids that spoke about you, and all the wonderful things you were doing for your people. It was the only thing that kept me going through those torturous years apart from you. I love you.”

Din’s arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you into a tight hug. You reciprocated by wrapping your arms around his shoulders and burying your head in the crook of his neck. “I love you too, Din.”

“My wife?”

“Yes, my husband?”

“Will you take this ridiculous helmet off of me so that I may kiss you and make love to you?”

Your glowing smile melts Din’s heart. Your hand reaches up to slowly slide off the silver beskar helmet that covered those features you dreamt of. An audible gasp escapes past your lips when Din’s lips appear. It took everything in you to not pounce on him and cover him in kisses, but you maintain your composure. His nose was strong and beautiful, and his cheeks… oh, how you wanted to leave lipstick stains on them. Then were his perfect eyes. Those chocolate eyes that expressed an amount of love you'd never completely fathom in your life.

“You're stunning, Din.” Din’s heart flutters at your words. The only compliment he's ever received was about his combat skills and valor. He's never been complimented on his looks before.

“I’d never compare to my gorgeous wife.”

Din takes your face into his palms and slowly pulls you in for a kiss. The moment your lips touch, you feel fireworks exploding all around you. The glowing lights flash behind your eyelids as you mold your lips together. The tickle of his mustache causes you to giggle into the kiss, which Din finds to be enchanting. One of Din's hands leaves your face to grip your torso, massaging and kneading your skin.

“I love you.” He murmurs into the kiss. “I love you more than the moons and stars.”

As the kisses become more intense, so does your lust for one another. Din’s hands undo the strings of your wedding dress as you shed his armor off - lips never leaving each other. Once you two were completely naked, Din had you crawl to the center of the bed.

“Now, lay back, my love. I want to show you how much I love and miss you.” You follow his instructions and rest your head on the large cloud-like pillows.

Din crawls between your legs, taking one into his hand. Starting from your ankle, he works his way down, leaving a trail of sloppy yet delicate kisses. He takes his time at your inner thigh, sucking and licking at your skin to make you emit whimpers.

“D-Din, please don't tease me.”

“Hush, now. Let me take my time loving you.” And he does. He spends his time worshiping your body - kissing and sucking the skin around your lips while his hand massages your breasts. Suddenly, Din dives into your sopping wet cunt, immediately sucking and licking your swollen clit. You let out a loud gasp followed by a moan, making Din’s cock bounce up in excitement.

Your noises sound like music - the most angelic music he's ever heard in his life. Each moan and whimper you let out only addicted him more. Din wraps his hands around your waist and sits back, lifting your hips from the bed and to his mouth. You grip the blankets with a scream as Din explores further into your pussy. The animalistic grunts and growls he lets out only make you wetter.

“Come on, Princess. Cum. Cum all over my face. I need it.” And just like that, you let out a scream as you convulse around his tongue. Din slowly lowers you back onto the bed as he licks up your dripping cum. “You're sweeter than a meiloorun, darling. I've never tasted anything so divine. I’d love to stay between your legs forever and drink your cum until the day I die, but I wanna put a baby in you too badly to do so.” You let out a whimper at his filthy words. “Can I, darling? Will you let me fuck a baby into you?”

“Wait, we're not done?” You ask through pants.

“Not done? We’ll be done when the sun wakes up. Even then, I'm not sure if we'll ever be done. Why?”

“The other princesses said it would only be a minute of discomfort, and it’ll be over.

Din tsks and shakes his head, pressing a few kisses to your clit. “Oh, my darling. I'm not like those other royals. I care about my wife’s pleasure, and you…” Din presses more kisses to your overstimulated heat. “Are nowhere near done with your, please. So, I'll ask you again. Are you ready for me to fuck a baby into you with my thick, hard cock?”

“Stars, yes! Please, Din!” You hated how completely and utterly desperate you sounded, but you were completely and utterly desperate for Din to fuck you.

Din crawls up to meet your half-lidded eyes, drooping with lust. He places soft kisses on your cheeks before pressing one to your lips. “Are you ready for me, Princess?”

“Yes, my husband.”

Din grabs his cock, lining it up with your entrance. With a loud moan, he enters your sopping wet pussy.

“Oh, you're so wet! Ungh… Stars, you're so tight too!” Din’s thrusts speed up to a steady pace, your moans echoing through the room along with the lewd, wet sounds of your bodies pounding together. “From this day forward, y-your. Pussy. Belongs. To. Me.” Din emphasizes his words with his cock hitting against your g-spot.

“O-Only i-if your cock b-belongs - Oh yes, Din - To me.”

Din chuckles through his labored breaths. “Of course, my love. My cock is forever yours to do what you please with. I don't care what time- ugnh- or what p-place. It's yours.” You lean up to capture din’s parted lips, swallowing his beautiful moans. The knot in your stomach starts to tighten. Desperate for your release, you buck your hips back into Din. “Yes, take my cock. It's yours. All yours.” Din takes your legs, pushing them to your chest. Both of you let out a series of loud moans at the deeper feeling.

“Oh, Din! I'm going to cum if you keep doing that!”

“Ugh, I can see the galaxy when I'm inside you! Can you feel that, my love?”

“Yes, I-I can feel your throbbing cock!” You throw your head back at the euphoric feeling. Your exposed neck allows Din to swoop down and suck marks onto it.

“Th-That's me, claiming what's mine. You're all mine, my princess.” Din’s thrusts speed up, desperate and ready for you to cum. Each thrust was accompanied by a loud grunt that made you clench even tighter. “I'm gonna cum. I'm going to give you a baby - our baby. Are you ready?”

“Yes, Din! I love y-you!” You scream out a slew of ‘i love yous’ and clench tightly around Din’s swollen cock. Your orgasm and words of love cause Din to cum, sending spurts of his cum into your womb, where your future child would soon grow.

Din collapses on you which you gladly accept. You wrap your arms around his neck and place kisses on the crown of his head. Both of you stay like that for a while, basking in pure love. Once your breaths are back to normal, Din slowly pulls out of you to lay on the bed beside you. He pulls you closer to him so that no space lingered and adjusted the blankets to create a cocoon of comfort around you two.

You smile as you listen to his heartbeat against his chest. Din’s index finger presses to the underside of your chin, adjusting your eyes to look into his.

“Are you okay, my love?”

You nod lazily, completely worn out. “You know, having a husband isn't so bad after all.” Din lets out a hearty laugh before leaning down to kiss you.

“Yeah, having a wife isn't so bad either.” Din smirks at you, causing you to shy away in embarrassment and return your attention to his chest. Your fingers trace shapes and words onto his chest until you stop. A mark on Din’s torso prompts you to inspect it. “What are your curious fingers doing, my love?”

“What is this?” You ask as your finger traces the mark.

“It’s just a scar, dearest.”

“A scar?” You look back at Din with worry in your eyes.

“Oh, don't worry, my love. I've collected so many over the years, I've become immune to them. That one was either from when I fought Bo-Katan or when I fought a mudhorn to save my son.”

“Goodness.... I've missed so much of your life.” Your face droops with sadness, but Din is quick to relieve your worries.

“Now, it's nothing to be upset over. Yes, we've missed a lot, but that means we can spend the rest of our lives catching up and making new memories. Plus, you can meet my son tomorrow.”

You smile and press a chaste kiss to Din’s lips. “I’d love that.” You pressed another kiss to his lips, but this one wasn't so innocent.

“Did I not satisfy you, my love?” Din chuckles into the kiss. You climb on top of him and shake your head. “Oh, does my princess want more?”

You give Din a mischievous grin and shrug.

Din smirks before leaning in to kiss you. “Well, who am I to deny my wife of her wishes?”

A/N: Idk who from my Javier Peña taglist wants to be on this one, but those who are interested in being added to a Din Djarin taglist or a perminante taglist, please let me know.🤍 Can’t wait to hear what you all think!

[veryblushyswitch]

I’m pouncing to my chance! I saw you opened sentence-starters!

May I please have some TodoDeku with Lee Todoroki, “You know Shoto, raspberries are my favorite fruit!”

I love your writing btw! ❤️

Awwww I'm so happy you love my writing! 😭💖 Hope you enjoy this! Thanks so much for the prompt! 💚x❤️

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“You know Shoto, raspberries are my favorite fruit!” Midoriya smiled at the half and half hero laying beside him.

“Oh- cool. I really like strawberries.” Todoroki hugged Midoriya closer, enjoying their little cuddle session.

Midoriya giggled and took Todoroki’s hand in his.

“No silly, a raspberry. Like ya know, pfffftt.” Midoriya took Todoroki’s palm to his mouth and blew a raspberry right in the center of his hand.

Todoroki squealed before erupting into childlike laughter, which Midoriya had never heard before

His eyes lit up at how adorable it was. He couldn’t stand how cute his boyfriend was sometimes.

“Awww Shoto! You have ticklish hands?!”

“Whahat was thahat? A raspberry?” Todoroki blushed and pulled at his hand only for Midoriya to pull it back and scribble across his palm.

“Nohoho- Midohoriyahaha wahahahait!” Todoroki giggled and squirmed in place. Not wanting the tickles to stop but not being able to lay still.

“I’m sorry but I just can’t. This is too cute!” Midoriya squealed in delight. He then breathed in another breath of air and blew another raspberry on Todoroki’s poor hand. This time doing it right below his fingertips.

“MIDORIYAHAHAHAHA!” Todoroki pulled at his hand and curled his fingers.

Midoriya pushed his hand away and pinned Todoroki underneath. Using his knees to pin Todoroki’s arms by his sides. He then pushed Todoroki’s shirt up slowly, taking in Todoroki’s nervous giggles and smiling at his blushing face.

“You ready~” Midoriya asked teasingly.

“Nohoho.”

“Aww that’s too bad. Raspberries are my favorite fruit after all~”

With that, Midoriya blew raspberry after raspberry on Todoroki’s poor tummy. He even poked along his sides just for fun.

“GAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! MIHIDAHAHAHAHA!”

Todoroki shook his head bag and forth, his heals digging into the mattress. His eyes were tearing up with joy.

Midoriya paused to breath for a second, giving them both a break.

“Plehehease. Ihit tickles so muhuch.” Todoroki whined when he saw Midoriya’s eyes glisten with mischief.

“Oh it does? Don’t worry we’re almost done. There’s one more place I wanna try. Is that okay?”

“Okay. Just a few mohore.”

Midoriya let Todoroki’s arms go free as he wrapped Todoroki in a hug. His face nestled into the crook of his neck.

Just when Todoroki started to relax, he felt Midoriya suck in as much air as possible- and blew the biggest raspberry right on the side of his neck.

Todoroki squealed and snorted. He twisted and turned. The nerves in his neck danced with ticklish glee as laughter poured through his lips.

Midoriya even wiggled his fingers under Todoroki’s arms just for good measure.

After a minute or two or pure laughter, Midoriya finally stopped his tickly attack.

“Wow Shoto, you’re more ticklish than I thought. It’s really adorable.” Midoriya booped his nose.

“Shut uhup!”

They giggled and cuddled till they both fell asleep in each other’s arms. Smiles plastered on their faces.

[hualianff]

Ice Skating AU

The road to the Olympics was quite lonely for figure skater XL. XL’s parents supported his dreams at the expense of his health and mental wellbeing. XL’s coach, JW, purposefully isolated XL from other competitors, which further distanced XL from the peers who were envious of his talent and achievements.

After the Olympics–XL winning silver, much to the public’s pride–he suffered from detrimental injuries as a result of being overworked and malnourished; JW had put him on a strict diet and training schedule that was ultimately unsustainable. It took over a year for XL to successfully settle a lawsuit with minimal media coverage and monetary consequences. 

Three years have passed since he retired. XL currently owns his own rink, teaching kids and adult skating classes on the side.

When XL competed, everything was so stiff and uptight. It got to the point where he wasn’t enjoying it and came to resent the sport in the end. When XL teaches, however, he gets to laugh with his students. He happily lends them a hand when they need it (unlike JW, who was harsh and trained him as if he were a machine). He celebrates with a student every time they land an improving pirouette, relishes in the pure joy in their eyes. 

That’s how ice skating should be. Challenging but always fun. 

Now, XL truly loves the managing and teaching aspect of the new role ice skating plays in his life. Owning a rink also allows XL to occasionally indulge in his old skills and routines. With no pressure to perform for anybody but himself, XL is free.

HC, a film grad school student, is forced to take a skating class after losing a bet with HX. HX’s partner, who had come up with the consequence on HX’s behalf, suggested a place called Wings, claiming they are “just trying to promote a fellow friend’s business.”

HC almost didn’t follow through with the penalty. He already knew how to skate. (His natural ability to quickly pick up any athletic activity is envied by all his friends.) Upon seeing just who the teacher was, however, HC reconsidered.

After all, losing a bet is no joke.

HC attends the evening class. He wears tight-fitting jeans and a maroon, long-sleeved shirt with the sleeves rolled up to expose his forearms. The film student asks for extra help on his form despite knowing there’s not much to fix. 

Understandably, XL is a bit baffled how this one tall, handsome stranger keeps asking to be guided into the correct position and spotted while skating across the rink when it seems he’s capable of balancing on his own. But XL is in no way complaining! And if XL happens to stare directly at HC’s small yet perky ass as he skates behind the taller man in case HC crashes, no one has to know. 

One week passes. Then another. And another. 

One month later, HC keeps coming back for classes.

“San Lang, you don’t have to pay for any more classes. You already skate well enough on your own!” XL informed his newest regular with a knowing smile. 

“But then I won’t get to see Gege as often,” HC insisted with that charismatic smirk of his. XL hoped his face didn’t give away how flustered he was on the inside.

“W-well, the rink is not very busy one hour till closing time. You could always come in to practice. And I can watch you from the side!” XL said, looking off to the side. “Free of charge,” he added.

HC tilted his head, pondering. “Hmm, that sounds lovely. You’ll skate with me too?”

“Haha, sure! If there’s no one else on the rink,” XL laughs. 

HC nodded. “Fair enough. However, I will be paying the amount I owe Gege. You cannot convince me otherwise.”

“San Lang-“ 

“No exceptions, Gege!”

They’re so close, XL realized. HC leaned forward on the counter which is the only barrier separating them from touching chests. XL allowed himself a couple glances at the muscled pec straining against the fabric of HC’s shirt.

“Well, San Lang can pay me back in a different way, m-maybe?” the former Olympian suggested. HC quirked an elegant eyebrow. He really was too pretty for XL’s poor heart to handle. 

“Oh? What does Gege have in mind?”

Ignoring how suggestive HC sounded just then, XL built up the courage to utter one word: “Dinner?” 

Much to XL’s surprise, HC visibly malfunctions by choking on his own spit, as if he hadn’t expected XL to be so forward. HC clears his throat right after, sputtering a measly, “O-oh?”  😳

XL doesn’t say anything else. He stands motionless while waiting for the younger man’s answer. 🥺

Luckily, XL doesn’t have to wait more than ten seconds before HC composes himself, standing back and placing his palms on the counter, satisfied.

“Dinner is perfect.”

XL: 🥰

HC: 😇

Things only got better when HC came around. Suddenly, XL wasn’t alone every night he closed. HC diligently visited every night he could when school and work permitted. They skate together as promised, HC commenting how generous XL is for offering special “private lessons.” XL is positive HC makes these innuendos on purpose and selfishly hopes HC doesn’t say them to anyone else but XL. 

Funnily enough, XL has made his own fair share of innuendos–though completely unintentional. 

(XL while skating with HC: “You’re doing so well, San Lang. Go faster!”

HC, raising an eyebrow: “Gege likes things faster?”

XL: 😳😳 “EEEK, I mean the speed you’re going at. I-it’s too slow-“

HC: *nods* “Whatever Gege wishes.” *winks at XL before zooming away*

XL, chasing HC: “Wait, how are you moving so quickly!?”)

(HC falls ill on a Friday when he would normally visit the rink. With no meds and a killer headache, HC texts XL to cancel their lesson. 

XL: “San Lang, do you need medicine? I’ll come for you”

HC: “Gege 😳😳😳”

XL: “TO***** My finger slipped 😅”

HC: “Gege is getting quite bold now, isn’t he?”

XL: “San Lang!”)

***

It all boils down to a game of tag that got a little too competitive. It’s HC’s turn to tag XL. They’re zipping around the rink like flashes of light, the sound of their laughter echoing throughout the open space. Where XL is elegant yet sharp as he evades his pursuer, HC is aggressive and heavy as his skates dig into the ice in his haste catch XL. 

“Gege is too fast for this poor San Lang. It’s too unfair,” HC complains, though he has no reason to as he gains up on XL for the third time.

“Ahhh, no no noooo!” XL shrieks as he’s chased into a corner by a sneaky HC. In his attempt to turn around to escape, XL is crowded against the clear divider between the rink and the lounge space by a smirking HC. One last duck is countered by HC rushing forward to lightly secure his hands around XL’s waist. 

XL’s breath quickens as HC slowly leans down, a certain tenderness behind his eye that makes XL positively melt inside. 

“Caught you,” HC mutters, his long braid falling haphazardly down his right shoulder. XL shyly looks down, pinned by HC’s inquisitive stare. A large hand comes to gently grip his chin, lifting his head to meet HC’s face. “Do I get a reward?”

“What does San Lang desire?”

HC’s eye flickers down to XL’s lips. XL’s eyelids lower in understanding. And relief. Then, under some unknown source of confidence, XL lifts his chin invitingly. 

“It's your reward to claim,” he whispers. HC’s face splits in shock before morphing into an awed expression. He cautiously nudges XL’s nose with his own, making XL instinctually smile. 

“Gege has indeed become bolder,” HC utters.

He promptly seals their lips, which curiously meld together before separating. A tentative peck. XL is the one to slant their mouths together again, pulling HC down by the lapels of his jacket. They experiment as they press together, pull apart, then meet once more in delicious bliss.

XL hums as HC takes control of the pace. The taller man holds XL close, caressing his waist as they languidly make out against the divider. XL whimpers as HC cups his cheek lovingly. There’s a warm brush against the seam of XL’s mouth. He gladly parts his lips, welcoming the sensual slide of HC’s tongue inside. HC doesn’t let up, eagerly licking along every hollow and crevice of XL’s mouth.

When XL playfully nips at HC’s upper lip, HC firmly presses XL against the divide, grunting as he’s provoked. Another cheeky nibble has HC pulling away, raising a challenging eyebrow at XL. Using the diversion to his advantage, XL surges up to wrap his arms around HC’s shoulder, running the flat of his tongue over HC’s lower lip before coaxing him into another sweet kiss. HC smiles approvingly, allowing XL to lead. 

HC gradually shifts their weight so he skates backward, guiding them around the rink as they unhurriedly explore each other’s mouths. The scuffling of their skates paired with the slick sounds of their kissing serves as their own music and rhythm. XL surrenders to HC’s movements by resting most of his weight against the taller man. 

“I knew you knew how to skate this whole time,” XL murmurs against HC’s lips. HC chuckles as he traces XL’s cupid’s bow, then places a chaste kiss to XL’s cheek.

“Always so perceptive, gege.”

“Hmm, it’s hot,” XL says without thinking. HC smiles in amusement as he switches to skating in circles, gaze never leaving XL. 

“What is?”

“You skate with the confidence of a pro,” XL answers. He steals another kiss to HC’s lips, eyes crinkling as he smiles happily.

“Good thing I had the best teacher.”

“Oh, stop it, San Lang-“

“Make me.”

XL puffs his cheeks out in faux annoyance. But he can’t hold back a beaming grin as HC mimics his expression, over-exaggerating the pout that makes him look like a child whose candy was snatched out of his hands.

“If you insist,” XL sighs. He gives no other warning as he pounces, winding his legs around HC’s waist. HC effortlessly catches XL by underneath his thighs, pliant as XL crashes their lips together, hungry for much more. 

(Brainchild with @no-one-says-hi)

[aeoncryptic]

Monaaaaa~!! Super excited to see more of your writing soon :3 I had like 5 different quotes I was debating between, but I think I settled on... 2 and choose whichever one you like more :3 So, can I kindly request either: (1) "I like the way your hand fits in mine" for Dazai or (2) “It’s cute you trying to protect me and all that, but you’re like a foot smaller than me, you know?” for Leonardo >.< ily big sis <3 Happy writing~!!

I really hope you enjoy this! I meant to make it shorter, but I just couldn't. Whoops! I didn't go too far over my initial goal, though!!! I chose the Leonardo Prompt 15. :)

@tinylittlehell Also requested this, so here you go~!

Words: 1200

This should just be Fluff???

Pairing: Leonardo x MC

Story below the cut.

The gentle breeze blew against the varied petals flourishing the garden. The mansion had become a busy place due to the spring bustle. With the butler and maid working hard to clean the entire mansion and prepare for the change in weather, Leonardo hadn’t had the chance to spend time with his girlfriend. He’d get glimpses of her here and there, like when he was asleep in the library and she had come to clean it, but hadn’t even gotten the chance to eat dinner with her. Having gotten a tad bit annoyed, he bribed Sebastian with information on one of the other residents in order to steal her away for the day. And lucky for him, he’d picked the perfect day for a picnic in the garden.

Sebastian usually didn’t mind sharing the kitchen with the others, however, Leonardo was another case altogether. Leo was putting together his and his lovers’ lunch for the day, but was making a mess in the process. The counter had meats, bread, jams, lettuce, cheeses, and fruits strewn over it. He had already made the sandwiches and placed them into the basket and was now working on the desserts. With a sigh, Sebastian placed two containers of lemonade in the basket. “Master Leonardo, I request that next time you ask me to prepare the picnic for the two of you.”

“Scusa. Saw you writing in your book. Didn’t want to disturb.” He flashes Sebastian a lopsided grin, finishes putting the dessert in the basket, and then begins to clean up his mess. “Also spotted Arthur and Theo drinking in the parlor; heard they convinced Napoleon to play a round of cards.” As soon as the words left his lips, Sebastian had already headed out the door. No doubt he was excited about the prospect of watching Napoleon learn to play cards that he’d forgotten all about the mess.

After cleaning up his mess, he took the picnic basket and a blanket out to the garden. This was the time she usually tended the garden. He’d found she truly enjoyed the task and usually took a break by the fountain before lunch. Upon seeing her, he stopped to take in the sight. Her long curly hair was blown around by the wind, it was almost as if she were flying. How he’d love to run his fingers through those long tresses. Her eyes closed, head tilted up, arm against the fountain as she leaned back. If only he’d brought his sketch book.

He stopped in front of her, his shoes touching the tips of hers. Hand reaching up to tousle the locks he longed to brush through. “You asleep, Cara Mia?” His teasing voice reached her ears causing her smile to brighten and her eyes to open.

“Leonardo!” She sat up and reached her arms out to wrap around him tightly. “It’s nice to see you today! Sebas told me to take the day off. I was hoping to see you.” Words were dropping from her lips in an excited rush, her face burrowing into his chest as much as she could. He felt happy knowing that she had missed him so terribly.

“If you aren’t careful, I’ll drop our lunch.” His suave, cocky smile always made her heart pound. “Sebas made us a picnic. Better not let it go to waste, yeah?” The way she let go of him and bounded through the garden to her favorite spot told him all he needed to know. A chuckle rolled through his chest at her childlike joy. He hoped he could always make her happy, even in her old age.

He began to lay down a striped blanket and sat down upon it with the basket, holding out his hand to assist her in sitting next to him. “Care to join me, Cara Mia?” The tender look on his face almost made her heart burst. She wanted nothing more than to sit here with him forever, but knew that couldn’t happen. So she brushed that dream aside and gently placed her fingertips on his hand. As her fingers slid over his to get a hold, an electric feeling streamed through her.

“I’d be delighted.” Eyes glimmering playfully, she allowed him to give her support as she gracefully lowered herself next to him, her dress flowering out around her in a beautiful display. Even sitting, he towered over her. She had to tilt her head all the way back just to meet his eyes which often caused her to blush; a fact that didn’t go unnoticed by her lover. On days like this, however, his height worked to her benefit as he was sitting in the perfect position to block the sun from her eyes. Her voice came out a shy whisper. “Thank you for having lunch with me.”

“No need to thank me. Selfish of me to want you all to myself, but you’re too irresistible.” Leonardo began laying plates and the food as he spoke, but he did pause to give her a peck on the cheek. The flustered expression she wore caused him to chuckle again, a deep reverberation from within. He tilted his head towards the plates. “Why don’t you feed me one?”

Coming upon the couple and noticing her favorite playtoy, Cherie stalked across the lavish garden. One paw in front of the other, tail swishing in playful excitement, she crept closer. (MC) reached for one of the sandwiches as Leo closed his eyes and held his mouth open. She had placed it to his lips and he had begun chewing, when she noticed the white tiger getting ready to pounce. Thinking quickly, she pushed herself against Leonardo just as the cub leapt. Having succeeded in knocking Leonardo out of the way of the “ferocious” tiger cub, she let out a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding in. The cub landed in the middle of their lunch, much to her dismay. The curious tiger looked at the with her head tilted, wondering how she had lost her toy to the new ‘predator’.

Leonardo wore an initial expression of surprise, but it quickly morphed into his confident smile. As she attempted to sit up, he wrapped his arms around her waist. One of his hands was placed between the blades of her shoulders to hold her close. “It’s cute you trying to protect me and all that, but you’re like a foot smaller than me, you know?” The blush upon her cheeks was evident, her pout causing him to chuckle.

She lightly hit her hand against his chest with a puff. “What does height have to do with keeping you from getting pounced upon!”

“Scusa. Too hard to resist teasing when you’re on top like this.” Eyes widening, blush extending to her ears, as if she had just realized their positioning. “You’re just as ferocious as the cub, ya know?” The sound of her exasperation and her hand gently hitting against his chest, gifted her ears with his laughter. Pure laughter. She’d never forget this day. They both smiled at each other as they sat up. His lips brushed against hers in a quick kiss. Truly, it was a wonderful date.

[stories-by-belle]

Champagne

Just some smutty Tom Holland inspired drabble, enjoy. Bx

It was here. I thought to myself, staring into the mirror. My last ever performance as Juliet.

It'd been almost a year since I rushed across London to my audition and somehow bagged the role even after being massively late and a total unknown. This was my first big role, my first leading lady role and here I was gaining good reviews as Juliet opposite Tom Hollands Romeo.

The fact that this was Tom's essential return to the West End, his first play since doing Billy Elliot when he was just a child, and his first ever go at Shakespeare had created a huge buzz around around the play. And he'd absolutely killed it, all of London was talking about his performance.

And, somehow, I'd been lucky enough to join him for the whirlwind of press that surrounded the play every night. Sally, my agent, was thrilled, I was no longer the problematic talent on her books struggling to hold my nerves together.

———

"Alright there, Juliet?" Tom nudged me with his elbow as we both stood backstage waiting to begin, for the last time. "You're being very quiet tonight."

He was right, normally by this point of the evening I was laughing with him, psyching myself up, ready to get on stage.

"I just can't believe this is the last night." I mumbled, I was really sad that this was ending, the whole experience had been amazing, we'd all become close friends, Tom and I especially, he was infectious, his enthusiasm, his joy, it rubbed off on me daily. And I truly believed that he was making me a better actress through all this. My confidence had grown as our friendship had over the many months of working together.

"Aw, you gonna miss me?" Tom grinned playfully at me.

I was, but I wasn't about to tell him that.

"Ah, you won't be able to get rid of me that easily." He said pulling me into a hug as I rolled my eyes at him. "You'll always be my Juliet." He whispered, lingering a little bit too long at the nape of my neck before moving away to take his starting position on the stage.

———

And in the blink of an eye, our last performance was done.

Both Tom and I lay still on the stage where we'd both fallen in our death scene, as the other cast members finished the play around us.

Each night, we'd lain still, and tangled up together as lovers in each others arms for, what felt like, an excruciatingly long time.

"I'll miss this part the most." Tom whispered, barely audible even to me. I thought I was hearing things until I felt his hand subtly move to hold mine.

My heart felt like it was about to beat out of my chest, as I chanced a glance up at him to find him staring down at me.

Finally the curtain fell around us, and the tension between us was cut. The audience were cheering as we got to our feet & rushed to take our final bows.

———

After the usual rounds of bowing, and then congratulating each other backstage, I quietly sloped off to my dressing room while the others starting cracking open bottles of champagne.

I'd just got my costumed unzipped when Tom rushed into the room, champagne bottle in hand, soaking me as he shuck the bottle spraying it everywhere, laughing manically.

"Tom, stop! Come on! I gotta give this costume back!" I shouted through my laughter.

"Payback!" He shouted back as he proceeded in soaking me in champagne. "For that coffee you got all over me!"

"That was an accident!" I managed to move out of his way, hiding behind my dressing screen. "And besides, I thought we agreed that neither of us had been looking where we were going that day!" I giggled at him as he missed me.

He pounced behind the screen, pushing me back against the wall, threatening to pour the rest of the champagne over my head.

"Okay, okay, I give up, you win, you win!" I giggled.

We were both breathless, I was drenched and he had my hips pinned under his against the wall. Without moving away from me he took a swig of champagne before offering it to my lips.

I could feel him watching me closely as I drank from the bottle.

We'd spent a lot of time over the months being close together like this, so it didn't feel weird, there had been a tension slowly building over the months as we'd played lovers on stage & flirted playfully & unapologetically offstage.

As Tom lowered the bottle from my mouth, we both hovered in the moment, simply staring at each other, daring the other to make the first move.

I'd wondered many times if there was something more here than just flirting for Tom, but this was the first time I felt for certain there was something. In fact, I could feel something pressing into my lower stomach as we breathlessly stared at each other.

"I'm sorry." Tom gulped as he moved away trying to hide his lower body from me "That was probably quite, uh, inappropriate." The gentleman in him kicked in, suddenly embarrassed at his actions, and his, ah-hem, reaction to it all.

My heart melted for him, for all the confidence & charm he had, he was really quite shy too. This, mixed with the pure desire I felt as he held me pinned against the wall, emboldened me.

"Don't be sorry." I said simply, moving towards him. "After tonight we won't be working together, so it's not inappropriate at all." I smirked at him, as I took the bottle from him and put it down.

Before I knew it, he had one arm wrapped around my waist, another in my hair, as he pulled me into him to kiss me hard and desperately. It was the polar opposite of the kisses we had shared each night on stage, there was absolutely nothing polite about this kiss.

"You have no idea how many times I've imagined this." Tom moaned into your ear as he trailed kisses down your neck, slowly pulling your unzipped dress down your upper body, following it closely with kisses, occasionally nipping at my skin with his teeth.

As the dress reached my hips & Tom was on his knees in front of me, my entire skin tingled with lust.

He tugged the dress over my hips & let it fall to the floor, leaving me standing above him in just my underwear. His eyes traced over my entire body before mumbling "So. Fucking. Pretty." as he placed kisses along the top of my knickers, he glanced once more up at me, asking for permission to keep going. I nodded and sighed as he kissed my centre through the thin cotton, that was already soaked through, he buried his mouth into me as my hands wound their way into his hair, willing him to keep going.

As he pulled my underwear to one side & I felt his tongue flick over my clit, my knees buckled as I gasped, grabbing his shoulders to keep me from falling.

"Sensitive?" He chuckled as he let me catch my breath.

Standing back up, he kissed me again, swapping between nibbling on my lips and pushing his tongue into my mouth, all the while his fingers worked my clit. As he applied more pressure, my knees buckled again, but this time he was there to catch me, pushing me back against the wall to keep me upright, he was relentless, as he pressed harder while drawing circles around my clit, as he moved to nibble my neck, all I could do was cling to him as my orgasm hit.

He held me close, his hand still gently playing with my clit as he watched me ride out my high.

“I’ve been dying to see you like this for months.” Tom whispered, stroking my neck with one hand, and stroking my wet folds with the other.

The noise outside my dressing room door broke us out of our trance.

“We should probably go join the rest of them for the party.” Tom mumbled, glancing behind him to check the door was closed, before removing his hand from my underwear and bringing his fingers to his mouth to taste you.

You let out a moan at the loss of his touch, knowing you needed more of him.

“But…” I started, knowing that now wasn’t the time, but I just couldn’t help it, I wanted more.

“So needy.” He chuckled with a satisfied smile on his face, I sighed as I pulled his lips back to mine and rolled my hips against his, hoping to pull us both back into the trance we’d been in.

“Later, baby.” Tom moaned as his pulled away from me completely. Reaching out for my robe that was hanging on the back of my door.

As he walked back towards me, he tried to adjust his raging hard on through his trousers, eliciting a quiet groan to escape from his lips. He gritted his teeth hard as he wrapped the robe around my shoulders.

“We should get you tidied up and looking presentable again.”

———

In the dressing room, he had quietly helped me dress and waited patiently while I attempted to fix my hair and face. We didn’t talk about what had just happened, and I was desperate for him to say anything about it, I needed clarity, was that just a one off, or was there going to be a later? He stayed by my side until he was pulled away by the director as we approached the bar to order drinks.

As I watched him leave, I tried, desperately, not to over think it all. And threw myself into having a good night instead, I chatted happily to the rest of the cast and crew, and drank and danced the night away. I had assumed Tom was somewhere amongst the crowd doing the same thing.

Suddenly it was 3am, and I was exhausted. Several of the others were all starting to make their way to the exit, as the guy I had been chatting with at the bar bid me goodnight as he left, I glanced around the room for Tom. Just as I thought that maybe he’d left already, my eyes found him, was already staring me down from across the bar, practically ignoring the group of people chatting animatedly around him.

I smirked at him, I knew that look. It was the same as the look he gave me in the dressing room earlier. As I made my way over to him, slowly, hugging and saying goodnight to various people as I moved through the crowd, he never took his eyes off me.

As I got close, he excused himself from the conversation he had been ignoring and moved towards me, winding an arm around my waist and kissing me on the cheek as he started to guide me towards the exit.

“Hey you.” He whispered.

“Where’ve you been all night?” I asked genuinely wondering why he’d left my side so quickly after we got into the bar.

“Sorry, my agent hustled me away to chat with some producers about a project. Did you have a good night?”

“Yeah, very good, lots of dancing and lots of wine.” I giggled as we made it outside, he led me away from the crowd of people congregating by the doorway waiting for taxies.

“You looked like you were having a good time with that guy at the bar before, or should I say he was having a great time looking down your dress.” Tom grumbled.

“Ohh, is that a hint of jealously I can hear?” I smirked at him.

At that he spun me around, pressing me up against the wall, his hands pinning my hips, his eyes boring into mine. I could see him gritting his teeth as he stared down at me considering his next words.

“Would you mind if I were a little jealous?”

“Not at all. In fact, I really quite like it.” I smiled sweetly up at him, this seemed to relax him a bit, clearly he’d been doing more overthinking than I had tonight. I reached my arms around his neck and pulled him down to my lips as his body melted against me.

“Hey Tom?” I pulled away as he started nibbling on my earlobe.

“Mmmhmm.”

“Is is ‘later’ yet?” I asked as innocently as possible.

“So needy…” He chuckled into my neck as he peppered light kisses down and along my collarbone.

“Do you mind if I’m a little needy?” I questioned him, the same way he had me.

Tom stopped what he was doing to look at me. “Not one bit.” He smiled. “Shall we get out of here?”

“I thought you’d never ask.” I grinned back at him, as he pulled me towards the nearest taxi, finally knowing we about to finish what we started after he’d dowsed me in champagne earlier.

[karasimpno]

hello~ i was just wondering if you can do a kenma one wherein he gives you his button during graduation but you didnt know he likes you? thank you so much!!!

Hi!!! Thank you so much for the request :) This was cool because I had not heard of this tradition before and I had to look it up! This became so sweet :)

Graduation Button - Kenma x Reader 1.1 words, no warnings

A cool, spring breeze rustled through the trees overhead as you beamed and took pictures with your family. The other students were still filing out from the graduation ceremony, finding their families and exchanging hugs. 

“Alright, alright, enough already!” you laughed at your family, who had been shuffling you through every possible combination for photos. From the corner of your eye, you caught a glimpse of bleached blond hair. You had walked out of the ceremony with your best friend but the two of you had subsequently been swept up by your families who were now gushing over you.

“Kenma!” you called out, seeing that he was now standing at a distance from his family. You knew he didn’t love taking pictures, but it was graduation, and you needed something to commemorate the day. The curtain of his hair bounced as he turned his head at the sound of your voice. Gaming device tucked discreetly into his robes, he actually spared you a small smile from the corner of his lips and walked toward you after making a brief excuse to his family. His smile grew slightly as he drew near you. You pounced on him quickly, knowing taking him by surprise was going to be the best way to make him compliant to the idea of a photo. You swept behind him and wrapped your arms around his chest. “Say cheese!” you exclaimed as you spun him toward the camera. Somewhat to your own surprise, his hands came up to rest on your forearms clasped against his chest.

The camera snapped with a flash and you instantly released him. “Thank you,” you grinned at him, reaching past him for the camera to see how it turned out. Your face contorted with a twang of sentimentality, seeing the you and your best friend from high school on graduation day. Kenma was actually smiling in the picture and it softened your heart. You turned the screen to show him as he peered over your shoulder. “Look how cute this picture is!”

“Yeah,” he said, lightness in his voice. “That actually turned out really nice.” You smiled almost quizzically, an expression on his face that you couldn’t quite read. Your families, familiar with each other after years of going to volleyball games, had turned to each other and began exchanging pleasantries. Your heart was so full and you were struck with the urge to squeeze your best friend’s hand, but you resisted. Your families distracted, Kenma spoke up.

“Um, Y/n,” he said softly. “Could we go for a walk? I wanna take a picture in front of the school.” You quirked your head in surprise at him and smiled. You supposed moments like these really brought out uncharacteristic sentimentality in people. “What a great idea!” you nodded. You let your family know you would be right back, and led Kenma the long way around to the front of the school, grateful for the brief escape from all the excitement. You could tell he was too as you rounded a corner of the building and he exhaled softly, the noise of the courtyard dying down behind you.

A few moments of silence passed between you, thinking of the day and your time together over the last few years. As happy as this day was, you also felt your heart growing heavy at the thought of leaving this school, these people.... You glanced sidelong at Kenma and ran your fingers over the brick of the building as you walked.

“Y/n?” Kenma asked. 

“Mm?” you looked up. “You’re rather quiet” he observed. You smiled and exhaled a little. He was always paying attention, even when you weren’t.

“Sorry, yeah. Just a little lost in thought,” you admitted. He stopped walking beside you and your feet faltered, returning to his side. You were tempted to say something but something about the way he way he avoided your eyes kept you quiet.

“Yeah,” he agreed, clearly deep in thought himself. What you loved about Kenma was how often you two could be completely comfortable just being quiet in each other’s company. You knew the memories of the last several years and the uncertainty of what was to come were as heavy on his mind as they were on yours.

“Y/n,” he started, making you look up. “I’ve been thinking too... and there’s something I want you to have.” Your brow furrowed and you titled your head a little. You could see his hand fidgeting in his pocket and his golden irises flicked up to meet yours, then back at the ground. You stayed silent, quietly waiting for him to speak. Kenma pulled the hand from his pocket in a fist and suddenly reached for your hand with his other one. He pressed the fisted hand into your palm and his eyes met yours again. There was something insistent in them and you stilled, you hand in between the two of his.

Something light and smooth dropped into your palm and his hands slid away from yours as quickly as they had found them. You looked down and face-up in the center of your hand was a caramel-brown button. Your eyes widened and your eyes shot up to Kenma’s face, but his eyes were fixed on your hand. You kept it extended between you.

“Kenma...is this...?” he blinked and met your eyes, the words faltering on your lips. Tears pricked at your eyes as you shared a long moment of eye contact with your best friend. You wrapped your fingers around the button and half-fell forward, throwing your arms around Kenma’s shoulders. Of course. You never would have expected this from your best friend but now with his second button in your hand, it all made perfect sense. His arms closed around your lower back and he buried his face into your shoulder. You gave him a squeeze and pulled back, pressing your forehead against his.

“Thank you,” you breathed.

“I -” he faltered, for once struggling with the words.

“I know,” you smiled. You tucked the button into your pocket and took his hand. His lips trembled into a smile of what could only be described as pure joy. As always, the two of you didn’t need to say more.

“Now let’s go take that picture” you smiled, warmth flowing between your two pairs of eyes.

You always cherished the picture that you took with your arms around a smiling Kenma in front of your family, but what you loved more was the photo that became your lockscreen of Kenma blushing as you kissed him on the cheek in front of your high school.

[holmes-cringe-compilation]

some soft headcanons of Kazuma learning his s/o is ticklish? 🤧

a/n: hey anon ! writing such a playful kazuma was like . it felt like i was ascending it was sooo good hehe i hope you enjoy !

kazuma finding out his s/o is ticklish

kazuma learning that you're ticklish won't necessarily tickle you just in case you didn't like to be tickled mercilessly by him. he wasn't one to cross anyone's boundaries.

i like to think you two would get playful, liking to wrestle a little bit if that makes sense. you two would giggle and have your fun filled sessions of gently wrestling each other back with your hands held together, pushing them. it was something you'd do when you wanted to relax but also not stay still and cuddle.

this is when kazuma would take the opportunity to try out the tickling on you to see if you were keen on it or not. he reached for your sides and gently tickled you.

you didn't even notice he was reaching out to tickle you he was that quick. your eyes widened as you gasped and breathed out your laughs as you melted in kazuma's arms with his powerful tickling.

the room was filled with soft laughter before as you were playfully wresting but now that kazuma was tickling you, your laughter filled the whole room, joy spreading throughout the atmosphere and kazuma was a sucker for it.

he could tell that you were more happy with the teasing as you didn't flail your arms around and rather rolled around with tears pricking at the side of your eyes. oh how beautiful you looked while you were ecstatic and brimming with joy.

kazuma showed no mercy and laughed alongside you and his arms travelled to your arms to tickle them as well as your sides. he never knew that someone could be so ticklish but you're proof that that thought is wrong.

after what felt like an eternity (for you), kazuma ceased his tickling rampage to give you a proper break and calm down. you let out one last howl of laughter and lazily curled up in a loose ball, kazuma following your actions and laying down beside you.

speaking of kazuma, you never knew that he could be so excited or so playful ! he was more of the more peaceful people you've met but this was unexpected, not that it wasn't welcomed though ! you loved this side of him and you wished that he showed it off to you more.

but in reality, kazuma didn't even know he had that side to him and it even surprised him a little, though he didn't show that off to you. he smiled at you, wiping your happy tears from your face.

when your tears are wiped, kazuma leans in and gently kisses the corners of your eyes and holds you close to him. he gently smiles at you, your grinning smile and soft laughs warming his heart and setting it ablaze with a burning love sensation.

you wrap your arms around kazuma's shoulders and sigh, your heart is pounding from all of that cute play session. "i didn't know you were so playful, kazuma." you playfully jab at him, earning a low chuckle from him.

"i guess it's because i was so encapsulated with your beauty a raging beast awokened in me." he let out a laugh from his belly and gently stroked your back.

you sighed in pure bliss from the sensation, kazuma gently stroking your back felt like you were high up on cloud nine. "maybe i should... give you a taste of your own medicine to ease this sudden beast of yours !" you pounced at kazuma and started tickling at his sides.

"a-ah ! y/n !"