#but ughhhh every time i take a new one down there i have to unlock the entryway

[steakbones]

hardest part of this sims challenge is trying to make sure that the toddlers stay in their own locked toddler room. i knew i shouldve just given the kids a separate staircase instead of having all these god damn doors

[tarosin]

the great adventures of y/n tommy jack and tubbo

requested: yes/no

an: part 4 of the great adventures series

pairing: platonic y/n/tommy/jack/tubbo

warning: cursing

It was the afternoon before your new adventure with your friends. you had no idea what to expect, however everyone else knew even ranboo, and he wasn’t even joining you all. you would be lying if you said you weren’t nervous, especially after hearing some of tommys plans for future uploads. tubbo had been trying to drop hints about what was going to happen. You honestly couldn’t tell if he was excited or nervous, either way you could tell it was going to be a once in a lifetime opportunity and boy were you excited. the sound of knocking pulled you from your thoughts.

“hi y/n! sorry for the unexpected visit, i tried to call you but it wouldn’t go through.”

“oh god sorry, tubbo, my phones on charge upstairs, ive just finished babysitting my friends twitch chat.”

“that’s okay, tommy wanted me to see if you want to stay the night as i can take you with me now. he said something about it saving time tomorrow as jack won’t have to go as far and we can get there earlier, i honestly just think he’s slightly nervous and wants to spend time with someone.”

“i’ve not prepared a bag or anything as i was just planning on grabbing everything i needed in the morning, but i’m down to go with you. i’ll pack a bag real quick, make yourself feel at home. you can stay down here or come upstairs with me.”

tubbo followed you upstairs, and helped you pick which outfits would be the best to wear for the trip. around 10 minutes later you finished packing your bag and turned around to see a very pale tubbo, dropping your bag to the floor you pulled a chair up to your bed sitting opposite him.

“you feeling okay tubs?”

“just nerves, I'll be alright, are you ready to go?”

“ready if you are!”

the journey to tommys was relatively quick, you spent it talking about group plans for when ranboo comes to the uk.

tubbo: almost here!

tommy: yes! want to stream for a bit later, just something small could do laugh and the stream ends. i’ll go talk to my mum now!

•••

tubbo: please open the door

tommy: on it

the pair of you stood at the door waiting for tommy to unlock it

“TUBBO! Y/N I'M GLAD YOU COULD BOTH MAKE IT!”

not too long later, you and tubbo had put everything away and sat with tommy planning out a small stream.

“so i was talking with my parents and we can do an outside stream, and set fire to marshmallows!”

“as much as i love fire tommy i don’t think your parents will appreciate arson in the garden.”

“it’ll be fine now grab a jacket, we need to go walk to the shop.”

the three of you set off determined to get to the shop and back before it got dark, tommy and tubbo walked on either side of you as they want you to feel safe. thankfully the shop was only around the corner so you were all only out for about 20 minutes maximum, you probably could have made it back earlier but you stopped every time you saw a pretty rock.

“y/n come on we still need to stream!”

“did you tweet that you were streaming?”

“no he didn’t.”

“then come and look at this pretty rock!”

tommy and tubbo couldn’t help but laugh at how many rocks you managed to pick up.

•••

“guys i think i’d rather just spend time with you all rather than stream.”

“that’s fine, tommy!!”

the three of you sat around the fire updating one another about plans and opportunitie, coming. the conversation swiftly came to an end when tommy had set fire to a stick claiming it was to make the fire grow. you laughed as you heard his mum yelling at him to stop trying to set you and tubbo on fire.

“sorry about that everyone, but look the fire is big again.”

it got colder as the sun went down, so the three of you sat with a blanket draped over you all. his mum offered to take photos for you and you happily accepted, the pictures looked amazing and you posted it to instagram with the caption ‘i am cold and no one is telling me what’s happening tomorrow.’

it was around 11pm when the three of you agreed it was time to go back inside and sleep.

•••

you and tubbo stayed downstairs and tommy stayed in his room. the sound of tubbos alarm woke the pair of you up.

“turn that fucking thing off!”

“this is the fourth time it’s gone off and you’re still not up?”

“that’s because i’m tired.”

“please get ready jack will be here soon enough.”

realisation finally hit today was the day you were finally about to find out what this once in a lifetime opportunity was. tubbo advised you to wear sensible clothing and not wear the zodiac necklace you always wore, so you decided to wear the hoodie ranboo sent you a week ago and leggings.

“y/n you might wanna tie your hair up.”

“tubbo are you sure you’re feeling okay? you genuinely look ill."

“i’m fine.”

jack: right i’m outside so whenever you’re ready

lani: we’re making our own way later on as the hotel we stayed at is closer

y/n: will someone tell me what we’re doing

ranboo: no

y/n: you’re not even joining us how did you get in the gc

ranboo: magic

y/n: fuck off give me a clue

ranboo: i’ve said it since you dyed your hair neon f/c you’d be able to see from way up in the sky

y/n: what the actual hell is that supposed to mean

•••

soon enough you met up with everyone else and lani started recording.

“we’re skydiving, you ready tubbo?”

“WERE DOING WHAT? HOLY SHIT!”

you honestly couldn’t wait to do this. it was something you had wanted to do for a while, tubbo on the other hand clearly didn’t agree, which was evident through his whining.

you stood with tommy laughing as tubbo sat alone questioning why he agreed to this.

“look at him.”

“he’s is not happy.”

you sat next to jack and tubbo watching the video demonstrating what you will all be doing soon. you let out a nervous laugh, as although you were excited, you couldn’t help but be a bit nervous.

“you could fall into the engine and get chopped up.”

“tommy stop scaring tubbo!”

“what if the parachute doesn’t work?”

“free fall to your death.”

“y/n you’re not helping!”

you stood recording tubbo laying on the floor once again whining.

“tubbo there are so many people behind you!”

“i’m sure the parachute won’t fail tubbo, but if it does it was lovely knowing you!”

“uuuuuuugh!”

“i fully agree bo.”

soon enough you tommy and jack joined tubbo on the floor.

“look at the clouds.”

“we’re going to be in them soon.”

“hell yeah!”

“ughhhh!”

you tried not to laugh trying to calm tubbo down a bit before you all jumped out a plane, which worked until you left him alone with tommy whilst you spoke to jack for a while.

“to be fair that looks quite fun.”

“and dangerous!”

“STOP!”

“well sounds like tubbos thrilled to be here.”

the four of you sat on a bench talking about what’s going to happen, and laughing at tubbos nerves trying to make light of the situation.

“look it’ll be fun, tubbo, provided we don’t die there’s a chance we’ll be in more vlogs.. okay so ignore the black cloud of smoke!”

“that’s not a good omen.”

“shut up!”

you wrapped an arm around tubbo trying to make him feel comfortable and reassure him it’ll be fine, only to be interrupted by jack and tommy bickering about eating before jumping from the plane.

•••

the four of you went to the briefing, at this point you were struggling to contain your excitement, and couldn’t help but laugh out of pure joy.

“no, they are listening, they're just excited.”

after doing training for the jump, you stood with tommy whilst someone questioned him about how he got 9 million subs.

“I just went around being incredibly cool.. doing minecraft.”

you and jack burst out laughing whilst tommy went on to make jokes about how much money he was earning.

•••

it was now almost time to jump out a plane. it was around now nerves were kicking in, so you all went around messing about till you were told it’s time to make your way to get ready.

“let’s go gamers!”

•••

“are you a skydiver enjoyer?”

“i am.”

“well that’s always good... please, don’t let me die!”

“y/n are you scared?”

“no, my ranboo merch will protect me, but if i die can we blame tommy for coming up with this?”

“ranboos not going to believe that you’re wearing the jumper he sent you to jump out a plane.”

a few minutes later you over heard a worker say they’re nervous causing you to tilt your head and blink again, trying to process what was said.

“heh???”

it was now time for the four of you to put the equipment on, so you were ready to jump. jack started talking a lot more than usual at a quicker pace due to the fact he was getting nervous. tommy pointed it out and jack trying to argue he wasn’t made you laugh.

“y/n keeps making a lot of jokes about my parachute being shit.”

“sorry manifold should be fine...more than likely...hopefully. only time will tell really.”

“how you doing buddy?”

“i’m feeling okay. i feel my insides doing inside bits.”

“wonderful!”

you were now all waiting to go as a worker jokes about forgetting something.

“y/n you’re going with him!”

“okay, but why?”

“well you said your ranboo merch will protect you..”

someone went by going rather fast causing you to stare in awe.

“we don’t go that fast, do we?”

“no not unless something goes terribly wrong.”

you all stood there laughing.

“stoppppp!”

“y/n, i’m now thinking you should go with them instead!”

“are you trying to kill me off jack?”

•••

you all set off towards the plane, a mixture of excitement and nerves began kicking in.

“tubbos on a lead.”

“oh i’m really nervous jack.”

“look at y/n!”

lani began to record you, who was now way ahead of the others, so you stopped and waved at lani.

“BYE LANI! HOPEFULLY ILL SEE YOU ON THE OTHER SIDE!”

the others caught up and everyone had their equipment checked again.

“oh dear.. should be fine.”

“i’m alright, don’t worry my ranboo merch will protect us!” you got on first and that when you realised they set you up, so you jumped last as you were more confident and tubbo was jumping first so he could get it out the way.

you all sat on the plane and waved at the camera.

“hi there!”

“hello!”

“hi!”

“please don’t let us die!”

“we’re really jumping out a plane with a dream stan.”

“this is the highest we’ve ever been.”

“gamers in a plane whatever will they do...hopefully not die!”

“Y/N!”

“sorry tubbo!”

you were currently at 2,000 feet and sat looking out the window waiting to reach 14,000 feet. jack turned to you and tommy, “i can’t believe you’re jumping out the plane in philza merch and y/ns jumping out in ranboo merch.”

“if i die at least ill look great doing it.”

12,000 feet later it was now tubbos turn to jump, he looked back at you all.

“YOU GOT THIS TUBBO!!”

you watched as tubbo went.

“GOOD LUCK TOMMY!”

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN GOOD LUCK? Y/N?”

“BYEEEEE!”

you laughed as tommy went.

“see you later jack!”

you gave jack a high-five and watched as he went.

“holy shit they actually did it!”

“are you ready, y/n?”

“hell yeah, let’s do this!”

you laughed as you jumped, you couldn’t believe you actually got to jump out of a plane, you waved at camera.

lani met the others as they landed and began telling them about it.

“wait where’s y/n?”

“there they are!”

“Y/N!”

the others ran up to you as you landed.

“i’m glad you didn’t die!”

“thanks jack!”

•••

“would you all do it again?”

“yeah.”

“no.”

“maybe, i’m not sure.”

“i reckon so.”

not too long later, you were all given certificates to celebrate the fact you had jumped out a plane.

“yay it made nearly dying worth it!”

“you’re so dramatic!”

•••

you thought the day was over and that you were going home, little did you know that wasn’t the case.

“were not done for the day.”

“what?”

“heh?”

“you’re tilting your head again.”

“i know it’s because i’m confused!”

“anyway, what do you mean we’re not done?”

“you know george, he’s arrived!”

“gogy!”

“GOGY!”

“can i have a nap in the car please? i’m so exhausted."

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[xpeachesncream]

perfectly wrong | thirteen

summary: there were rules that had to be followed: no one could know about you two, there was no ‘getting to know each other,’ and there was absolutely no emotional attachment allowed. if this could be done, there should be no complications. but somehow, the rules always get bended.

pairing: reader x fuckboy!kth

genre: college au | fluff, angst, smut

words: 2.3k

chapter warnings: cussing, soft tae

notes: down to 2 chapters left! i will most likely do some drabbles every now and then for this, but not right away because i’ll be working on my new fic: acquainted. will let you know when this goes live, but pls check it out. it’s gonna be messy and filthy as hell, im sorry lmao

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Taehyung slouched on his couch, tv on whatever the hell channel it was on. He scrolled through his phone aimlessly, but it wasn't long before he huffed and threw his phone aside. He wasn't feeling himself, or anything for that matter, and was tired of being in this funk. He felt terrible about how everything went down and he couldn't really forgive himself for the shit he said to you. He didn't mean the things he said, but he was also the one who didn't know how to properly process feelings. He always acted on impulse and how he felt at that moment, rather than thinking about the situation rationally. Plus yeah, he had a temper. Shit didn't mix.

"Ayo." He hears Jimin's voice at the door, followed by three soft knocks.

"It's unlocked." Tae says. Jimin welcomes himself in and kicks his shoes aside. He smiles at him, holding something in his hands as he walks into the kitchen. "What's up?"

"Uh, found these at your door." He holds up the prints Tae bought from you. He sighs and shakes his head, almost dismissing it entirely.

"Keep it."

"Um, no? You bought these for a reason, so you should keep them."

"Not anymore." Taehyung lays his head back against the couch and shuts his eyes.

"You're so dramatic. I'm leaving these here."

"Whatever."

"What's wrong with you now, princess?"

"I'm just not in the mood."

"You haven't been in the mood.." Jimin sits on the other end of the couch. "And quite frankly, it's pretty annoying. You know what you did wrong, so why don't you just fix it?"

"It's not that easy."

"Says who? You?" Jimin scoffs. "Look, I know our track record isn't the best, but I know you genuinely care about Y/N. I know she means more to you than what you put out there, so why can't you just take it for what it is? Why do you have to make it so complicated?"

"Because I'm sure by now she hates me and wants nothing to do with me. It's exactly one of the things I'm afraid about the most. What if she gives up or realizes she doesn't want me the way I want her?"

"Do you think she's worth it?"

"I just-"

"Yes or no?" Taehyung looks at him as he leans over onto his knees.

"Yes, I do."

"Then none of that shit should matter. I'm positive she cares about you just as much as you do for her. If she's worth it, then you'd be willing to go through these ups and downs with her and do this ride with her."

"She's not going to want this after what I did, Jimin."

"You're full of excuses." Jimin shakes his head. "Then you do what you can to fix this and show her how you'll change, rather than just saying you'll do this and that."

"I don't know." Is all Taehyung can say. "I was pretty hurtful."

"You're also human. It's okay to make mistakes, but you should really work on processing your feelings better and communicating. Plus, your temper, dude. Tone that shit down."

"It's been so long since I've done this." Believe it or not, Taehyung was the complete opposite before. His last, serious relationship a couple of years ago made him flip the switch. He gave his ex everything, and was always willing to put his life down for her. He gave and gave, even if he felt like he couldn't anymore. He did all this just to get fucked over in the end, which is why he ultimately didn't believe relationships were worth the energy anymore.

"Y/N is not your ex. Stop comparing it to that. No experience will be the exact same."

"Ughhhh, I fucked this all up." Tae groaned, tilting his head back and covering it with his hat.

"I'm just saying, you could still try and fix this. Even in the end you two don't get together or whatever, you can at least say you tried. I'm tired of you moping around like you can't do shit to make it better. You know what she means to you."

"I'm not moping."

"Yes, you are! Look at you, looking like a sorry ass." Jimin threw his crumpled napkin at him. "Don't pass up on a good girl like that."

"Okay, I get it."

"No, I don't think you do." Tae looked at him. "Look, if this was any other girl, I probably wouldn't care much. But Y/N is genuinely different and I see how you both look at each other. It's really obvious how much you two ended up caring for each other."

"She is different. God, she's.." Tae sighs as he runs his hand through his hair. "She's beautiful and sweet, with just the right amount of mean. She's creative and her voice has always been so soothing. I want her around me all the time, even when she gets frustrating as hell." Jimin smiles.

"If you pass on her, she's mine." Jimin teased, knowing it would rub Taehyung the wrong way.

"Fuck you." Taehyung spat. "I should still beat your ass for the shit you pulled at the club."

"It was harmless." Jimin laughed. "So are you fixing this or what?"

"If I fix this, you need to stay 10 ft away from her." Jimin laughed out loud and held his stomach.

"Cry baby. I'm not gonna do anything." Jimin came and patted him on the back. "I'm sure everything will be just fine." And so, Taehyung gets himself up to go and fix this. He knew it wasn't going to be easy but he needed to right his wrongs.

Taehyung sat in his car and gathered himself together before he made his way up to the apartment. He gave off three knocks before he waited patiently for the door to swing open.

"I have to be honest, it's taking everything in me to stop myself from fucking you up right now." Jungkook sighed and stepped aside to let him in.

"That's fair."

"So, what's up? Why did you need to come here to talk to me?"

"I just wanted to apologize for how things went down at Jin's party."

"I appreciate it, but it still doesn't change the fact that you disrespected Y/N and talked down on her the way you did."

"I know, and I didn't mean any of it. I just wasn't thinking. If I'm being completely honest, I was pretty jealous of your relationship with her."

"What is this, high school?" Jungkook stopped himself from taking it any further because he could say a lot more to his face, but he wasn't going to since Taehyung made the effort to come here and apologize in person.

"Okay, I get it, it's childish."

"At least you're aware." Jungkook paused before shaking his head. "Look, not that it should even matter or anything, but all I knew growing up was Y/N and Jin hyung and vice versa. I didn't have any siblings or any cousins that could relate to me. I moved a lot before I finally settled with my family. I didn't get along with people easily, which is why when I met Y/N, we got really close and I stuck by her. We were similar, but different. It's always been that way, and quite frankly, it's not going to change." Taehyung nodded. "She doesn't have her family by her side, so me, hyung, Yoongi and Hoseok became that for her."

"I know, I'm sorry. I just kept thinking you two had it for each other like that and I couldn't understand why it was making me so upset."

"I love Y/N, I really do. But at the end of the day, she's her own person and she decides how to live her life. It's her life and I'm only in it." Jungkook shrugs. "I want nothing more than for Y/N to be happy with someone who can give her the world and cherish her for who she is. She has so much to offer and she brings life to everything around her."

"I-" Taehyung paused. "I really care about her. And I know this probably sounds stupid coming from me, but I want to do things differently with her."

"I just have to ask - are you even sure of your own feelings? You're not doing all of this cause you're lonely and have no one else to go to?"

"No, of course I'm sure of my feelings." Jungkook shrugged.

"You've been messing around with so many girls for some time now, though."

"Yeah and I also stopped doing that for awhile now."

"It's just hard to believe because I'd hate for her to have to go through it if you go back to your old ways."

"I won't."

"But that's easy for you to say, isn't it?" Kook shot him a look. All of a sudden, this conversation felt more like an interview but Jungkook had to do what he had to do. He knew what Taehyung was capable of, and he would hate for you to go through it again.

"Yeah it is, but she makes me want to be a better man." Jungkook sighed. He saw the look in Taehyung's face and he couldn't completely say it was all bullshit. He had never seen this kind of soft expression come from someone like Taehyung. "I haven't felt this way in a really long time, and it's scary for me. But she's worth it."

"I get that." Jungkook nods. "She cares about you a lot, you know? She may not say it but I saw how beat up she was over this entire thing."

"I want to fix this."

"I have to be honest, I'm a little wary. You really have to keep your word about doing better and not slipping up. She doesn't deserve it." Taehyung nods.

"I hear you." Taehyung pauses. "How is she?" Jungkook shrugs.

"Fine, except for the fact that she's sick right now." Taehyung's eyes widen.

"Is she alright?"

"Yeah. If you haven't figured it out already, Y/N isn't the type to back down." Taehyung chuckled.

"Yeah, I got that much."

"Hey," Jungkook tilted his head to look at him once more. "I really do respect the fact that you came here to talk to me in person. I know we don't know much about each other, but I know Y/N can see good in you." Taehyung nodded silently.

"Only trying to right my wrongs here. I don't want to slip up and lose her already."

"So, have you talked to hyung yet?" Taehyung looked at him and shook his head.

"No, but that's where I was headed after this." Kook nods silently. The two talk for a bit more, making sure they were on the right page, enough to put the past behind them and move on from the petty, unnecessary drama that had went down. When Taehyung had felt satisfied tackling one of the biggest hurdles, he made his way over to the cafe to tackle the last one. Not gonna lie, Taehyung was scared for this encounter because he knew Jin would lay his life down for you. Luckily for him, Jin was a wise man and never held grudges. Of course he didn't appreciate how Taehyung handled himself and this whole thing, but it wasn't entirely his fault and Jin always thought holding onto negativity was a waste of energy.

Jin happily greeted him, like his usual self, and brought him to the back so they could talk. Taehyung was sweating bullets, but he knew if he wanted to be in your life, he'd have to make it right with Jin. For Aiko, for the things he said and the things he's done to hurt you, everything. And so he sympathetically apologizes as he sits in front of Jin. Apologizes for the way things went down at the party, for Aiko, for having hurt anyone in this situation. Jin gave off a small, toothless smile and told Taehyung how he appreciated him for coming by. Quite frankly, he wanted to kill him as soon as you had told him about everything that had gone done between the both of you, including finding out about Aiko. Although the whole thing with Aiko was unfortunate, he couldn't really be mad because she was never his to begin with. The only thing he was really worried about was you, his baby cousin. Baby sister. Taehyung confessed that he had been feeling pretty lost because he believed you wouldn't want anything to do with him after that night. Jin reassures him and does a damn good job of it, telling him that you would never completely shut someone out, especially if you cared about them. Jin could tell how much you ended up caring for the guy and he wasn't going to make you change your mind about it because you were grown, and you could make your own decisions. He would only be there to support you and reassure you if times got tough. He didn't know Taehyung enough to immediately label him as a bad guy and right now, he was only showing he had some good in him.

They continued to talk for a bit [while Jin still had the time, at least], with Jin trying his best to coach him about how to best proceed with this situation. Of course, it was entirely up to Taehyung how he wanted to do this, but Jin could afford to sprinkle in a little bit of help.

"You're really sure about this, right? I don't want her to get hurt again. Y/N deserves all the best, and if a man were to ever come into her life, I'd want him to take good care of her and spoil her without her having to ask for it. I'd want him to be sure of her and to never make her question her worth." Taehyung nodded.

"I hear you, and I'm sure. It's scary, but I want to do this with her."

[btswishes]

I will adopt you.

Monsta X (Shownu) hybrid au

Part1 / Part2 / Part3 / Part4 / Part5 / Part6 / Part7 / Part8 /…

A/N: I saw this dog that looked like a bear, kind of scary but also superrr cuddly looking and I thought of this macho mochi. Hope you like it there are more parts to come.Sorry for any mistakes made.

Word count:   2,627

Warnings: I mean ,just normal 21 century teen cussing.

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  Winter is one of those seasons where you just don’t want to go anywhere. Just staying home with a nice warm cup of tea, coffee or coco and enjoy a good book or movie. But we all have those moments where we have to adult and today it was your turn. The day had almost finished when you opened the fridge and realized.

“Who ate all the damn food?” a slap echoed when your palm hit the skin on your forehead “That is rightttt, Mina was here yesterday.”your hands found your waistline and rested there “I need to stop inviting friends over all the time.”

 Taking a deep sigh, you walked over to your bedroom. You were groaning and stepping harshly as you were throwing clothes onto your bed. 

“Ughhhh, too cold!” 

 Swinging over the long and fluffy scarf, you made sure you were nice and warm before even confronting the cold weather. The moment the building’s main entrance opened up ,you were hit with a gust of cold wind. You could hear the howling sound it was making. Crackle after crackle you were getting farther from your home. 

 As the name says already, the convenient store wasn’t far, but in this weather it felt like a hike on mount Everest. The second the warm air hit your face you felt hope and so did your stomach. When people say don’t go shopping when you are hungry, they were right. Who knows what stuff you had in the bags on your way out, what was sure though was the fact that you grabbed anything and everything ,that looked good enough to eat with the packaging still on it.

 As you were about to exit the store, you pulled out a sandwich out of the bag and took a big bite from it.

“ Oh yeah.” you said muffled by the food “ That hits the spot nicely.” 

  The wind outside had gotten stronger, so powerful that it was picking up snow from the ground and basically throwing it in your face. Taking a few deep breaths, you placed the sandwich in the bag and stepped out.

“ Wow wow”  the wind was pushing you back a bit. Still being able to walk some what normally, you felt like you were taking two steps and then one back. Getting home was gonna happen sooner or later, but the night was beginning to fall and temperatures weren’t going to be so nice to you anymore.

 Like the champ you were, with all the power left in you, you were about to reach your house ,when the wind knocked some snow in your eyes.

“Fuck!” it was blowing very strongly and you had to kneel down to keep yourself from falling. The sound turned from a howl ,to the voice of a ghost that was hunting you.One minute had passed and then two, you weren’t moving at all and that was a no go. A plan was needed to get out of this situation as fast as possible.

“ Oh God, what is up with this day? A person can’t get themselves anything.” you were thinking about possibly crawling home, but your self-respect was not going to allow you that at all.That didn’t stop you from considering it though.

“ I bet people won’t even notice, plus my face is covered so no one will know.” the wind was turning slowly but surely into a blizzard  “ Hu?” you stopped mid way thinking. You could still hear what was happening around you, but the biting cold wasn’t hitting your face anymore.

 Slowly you rose your head up and noticed something gigantic in front of you. It had a deep brown color with a slight tint of amber. Hesitantly you reached out.

“ What?!” your hand almost disappeared into the object that was blocking the cold.Moving your head to the side you were met with two big, dark eyes and a puff of warm air. It took some time, but judging by the silhouette it was a dog, probably a bear looking at it’s size. The pup nudged you with its tail and you stood up. Yes, the wind was as strong, if not stronger than before, but you didn’t feel the same resistance. The body of the animal was blocking maybe 50% of the blizzard.

  It took you less than 5min to get back to your building. You patted the dog on the head and smiled.

“ Thank you sooo much little guy...oh- I mean you don’t look little at all. A!” reaching in your bag you pulled out the half eaten sandwich and gave it to it ”Sorry I can’t offer you more. “ 

  You were looking at it and noticed how wet its fur had gotten. The poor thing was probably hiding somewhere sheltered from the storm and all. You were about to unlock the door, when you turned around and saw the pup still looking at you. You closed your eyes for a sec and went back to it, putting your scarf around its neck “ Should keep you warm.” you patted its head and the dog seemed to like it “ Go find some good place to dry off.” with one last smile you went inside, in the elevator and got home safely. 

 Throwing all the bags on the kitchen table ,you dropped on the couch and took a deep breath. The fire place your parents insisted on you getting had finally proven to you its worth. The air was warm and enjoyable. Closing your eyes, you relaxed,but your mind drifted to your savior.

“ Poor thing...” you whispered to yourself

  The room was quiet and your head was thinking of all kinds of possible bad outcomes for the pup. You were worried it might freeze to death somewhere, or not be able to find a safe spot.

“ Ughhhhh.” you jumped up and grabbed the nearest coat you could find “ Fuck me, why am I doing this.” cussing with every move you made, you opened the door and ran out. Wearing almost nothing to protect you from the cold, you looked out the glass doors of the building. “ I can’t believe I am doing this right now.” you threw yourself in the blizzard willingly.

 The cold was stabbing at your cheeks, eyes watering and nose about to resign its duties as a functioning body part.Your hair was all over the place. Your arm was covering the top of your head as you were fighting your way through the winter. 

 You were wandering for what seemed an hour, but you couldn’t see the dog anywhere. You were sweaty even if it sounded impossible and very tired. Sadly giving up was the only option at this point. Dragging in the snow, your feed were trembling. It was unbelievable how you survived this long so lightly dressed. 

  The moment you were about to unlock the door, your vision went blank and you lost grip on the keys. The jingling sound let you follow them to the snow at the bottom of the stairs. But the state of your legs dropped you to the stone ground. You were puffing and wiping your face. Leaning your head onto the cold wall ,you tried to gather your strength and get up. As you were starting to see clearly again ,you felt something brush against you. 

 Lifting your arm you grabbed the material that fell on your chest and relisted it was your scarf.

“ Wait what?” the sound of metal hitting metal pulled your attention to the same mysterious hero that saved you the first time. “ This feels a bit like fate and it’s low key strange.”

 Leaning onto the dog you were able to get up and open the door. The sudden shifting sound made you notice that the pup was leaving. You quickly grabbed it by the tail. “ No you don’t. I almost died trying to find your furry ass. You are coming with me.”  the dog seemed confused or maybe you were still in a daze. 

 The thing you were sure about tho was that it was a male. He followed you into the elevator and kept close, letting you lean onto him when you were losing your footing. The moment you opened your apartment door, he hesitated to walk in.

“ Come on, don’t be shy.” with a few pulls from your side he finally stepped in. Maybe it was because of the change in the scenery, but the pup didn't even make a move. It was standing there like a new plush toy that you just bought and breathing heavily taking in the atmosphere around it.

"Are you getting comfortable in there?" You peeked your head out of the kitchen, but he was still standing in the middle of the room. You sighed and waddled over.

"I let you in so you are allowed to make yourself comfortable." placing a bowl of water next to the fireplace, you sat back down " It's one thing to be shy but you don't have to be at all. Come here."you patted a place next to you and he finally walked over ,curled up into a fluffy donut and calmed down.

"Oh lord!" your nose just scrunched up "Wet dog, not a good perfume idea." One option was to towel dry him, another to let him naturally dry next to the fire place, but since you didn't know how long he was out there, you were firm about what you were planning to do.

"Ok." You said a bit deep while getting up "It's settled then. You are taking a shower." Clapping your hands you pulled the pup to your bathroom "For once I am sooo glad this apartment is big. Who knows what it would have been if I couldn't fit you in here."

  You turned on the shower just to adjust the water so it wasn’t too cold or too warm. The bathroom was isolated from the rest of the house and you couldn’t hear the outside anymore. Wetting the pup’s fur, you were about to pull the shampoo from the rack next to the shower door, when your shirt got stuck on it.

“I need to change into something else. If I get this shirt wet it will shrink and I am not planning to go on a diet.” you ran out of the bathroom as fast as you came back in. Your body had on it a short shirt tied up at the chest and a pair of pink panties. “Ok, all ready.Come here pooch.” but the dog had it’s back towards you “What is wrong?” he let out a small whimper when you pulled him close to you suddenly by his back legs.

“Hold still now.” grabbing the bottle of lavender shampoo, you placed a small dollop of it on your palm “Hmmm, you are a big boy, probably the equivalent of 1 bear or 20 wigs.I will add a bit more.” squeezing the bottle a bit longer this time let almost half of it spill out “Oh well.” 

 Rubbing your hands together you started lathering the dog from head to toe, focusing on his paws and tummy.He was jumping away when you were cleaning his stomach area “I get it I get it.You are shy, I will stop.” 

 Grabbing the shower head ,you looked at him “Don’t worry we are almost done here.” turning it on firstly splashed your chest. Pulling onto the shirt you noticed it become translucent “Aw man, well I should have expected this.” you started rising off the shampoo as best as you could. “There, all done.It wasn’t too bad now was it?”

 You walked out the bathroom, changed into dry clothes fast and ran back to the dog. You threw a gigantic towel on his head and he panicked. Looking at the circles the dog was making made you burst in laughter and help him out. “Sorry sorry.”

 Making sure the pup was next to the fire place, you kept rubbing the towel all over him until he was as dry as the desert.

“Ah!”you plopped onto his body, making him jump a bit “You smell sooo good.” rolling over onto your back, you were looking at the ceiling and just enjoying the sounds of the crackling flame and the howling winds.It felt so peaceful and almost like a fantasy story.

“You know.” your voice spoke out calmly “This is feels like one of the stories I used to read about when I was little.”you crooked your head towards the pup, giving him a serious look “You are not a man that was cursed into a dog form are you?” you felt as if he stopped breathing for a second before giggling to yourself and laying back onto him “I am joking. So this is what it feels to talk to your pets. I mean you are not my pet, probably have an owner.”

  You let your hand travel to his neck, but no leash was there to identify him as someone’s dog.As he seemed to like it, you continued to run your fingertips through his dark and soft fur. 

“You can stay with me.I mean....if you want.”you sighed “Get’s kind of lonely being by myself all the time. I was ok with it at first but now, I am not so sure about it.”

 There was a moment of silence were only the ambiance in the room was ruling, until you felt the soft fur envelop you.He came closer and licked your cheek a few times. Pursing yourself up onto your elbows, you looked him with a spark in your eyes.

“I will take that as a yes.But...” you paused “I need to give you a name.” sitting up cross legged, you began looking at him from head to toe “I won’t give you a very manly name since you are scary enough as is. What about.....mmmm. Nunu!” the dog’s tail perked up “Yeah, you look like a Nunu to me.” you cupped his cheeks and started messing up his coat “Nunu, you are such a cute Nunu.” 

  The dog was getting annoyed but before it was about to growl, his eyes met yours. You had stopped moving and were giving him the brightest smile one could receive. It was warm and kind, your eyes were relaxed and filled with love, such pure energy. “My Nunu.” you scratched behind his ear ,as he closed his eyes and leaned into it without a hesitation.

  The petting session continued till 11 when you were already fast asleep. The fire burned out and it started getting colder and colder. Nunu woke up when he felt you nuzzling yourself into his fur. His head came close to yours and sniffed you, before giving you a quick lick. 

  Moon light was creeping in from the big windows, but suddenly got covered by a big shadow. It wasn’t looming over you, it had more of a safe and protective feeling to it. Your body almost instantly moved up as if on it’s own and met the comforting covers of the bed. A soft blanket moved up your body. The figure turned away from you and was about to leave, when something escaped your lips.

“Mmmm....Nu...Nunu.” you rolled around for a bit, trying to get comfortable 

“Worried more about a dog than yourself.” the shadow started loosing it’s tall shape and walked over to your bed. Your hand instinctively escaped the cover and laid calmly, once it reached the furry head of the pup, leaning onto your bed. The whole night he staid there, looking out for you. 

 Where did this dog come from and why did it not leave?

[tj-and-cyrus]

what’s in a name?

aka: instead of finishing a tarty fic, i accidentally wrote tyrus in one sitting because i had an idea and if i didn’t write it down i would Die Immediately.

AO3

Summary: Cyrus gets a call in the middle of the night from someone he doesn't recognize.

“...And who’s this?”

“The name’s James.”

Cyrus squinted at the clock on his nightstand “Okay…James, can I ask you why you’re calling me at three in the morning?” The boy on the other end of the phone swallowed audibly, and Cyrus made a face.

“I…might…have…feelingsforyou.” James spat out, stumbling over his words at every turn. Cyrus shifted around on his bed, frowning at the moonlight that glared right in his eyes throw his bedroom window. He blinked, trying to process this.

Some poor kid was crushing hard on a boy, and probably couldn’t sleep with everything going through his head, and it being a school night probably made it worse. So, rather than mulling and feeling anxious, he gets up at three in the morning to call said crush and confess his feelings. Cyrus didn’t judge him, almost everyone he knew made bold decisions while high off their own emotions.

He combed through his thoughts for a moment, trying to say something that wouldn’t upset the poor guy. Unfortunately what came out of his mouth was:

“I don’t really know you, I’m sorry. Who is this again?”

What the hell was that?!

“Eh, it’s fine,” James yawned, and Cyrus heard him moving around his room on the other end. “I should be getting some sleep anyways. Thanks for picking up, I guess. Man, I really shouldn’t do this while I’m stressed out from homework at… Christ, is it that late already? I have a game tomorrow. Shit.”

He’s trying to change the subject, I fucked up.

“Oh, cool! Do you play for the Jefferson basketball team?” Cyrus’ face went blank for a moment, his sleep-deprived brain struggling to piece together sentences like a normal human being. “I mean, assuming you go to my school that is, I don’t know where else you would have seen me.”

“No,”

Any longer in this conversation, and I’ll start sweating from anxiety. Awesome.

“— I play for the Otters…the Space Otters! You know, the Ultimate team?” James said cheerfully.

“Oh. Well, I’ve heard you guys are pretty good! I have a friend on the team.” Cyrus twisted his sheets around his finger, and James laughed rather awkwardly. “Are you feeling okay now? You sounded kind of upset before I asked who was calling me, you seem to be going through a lot.”

You sound like your parents!

“Yeah, I guess. School’s been kinda hard, I— I don’t know, I’ve only ever talked to one person about it.”

“Hm. Well, if that’s all you wanna say, that’s cool. I’m not the best with advice anyways.”

Why are you lying to him?

“I might call tomorrow or something, I don’t know. I’m sorry for bothering you.” James’ voice broke, and Cyrus’ heart went along with it.

“Don’t apologize!” Cyrus blurted. “You can call me at any time, I promise I’ll pick up.” He smiled softly, but mostly to himself, because James couldn’t see him right now.

“Hey Cyrus?”

“Yeah?”

The boy was very clearly crying now, or at least he was close to. His voice was wobbling up and down as he spoke, as if he was trying hard not to cry, but was about two seconds away from giving up. “Thanks for listening to me. I hope this didn’t ruining anything between us.” The low tone sounded through the phone speaker, and he knew James had hung up without waiting for a response.

Cyrus turned over and slammed his face straight into his pillow.

What a mess. Ughhhh. I’m usually so articulate!

He lifted his head up and unlocked his phone again to check his notifications. Usually he had a few from the Good Hair Crew’s group chat, (which Cyrus had set as the permanent name, much to the girls’ dismay,) but he was too tired to read through thirty-seven messages that probably weren’t important.

However, when he did open the app, he was reminded that the last person he had sent a text to was TJ Kippen. None of his friends were quite ready to invite him into their silly little group chats, but Cyrus texted him enough to make up for it, for sure.

He checked his calls. He hadn’t missed any, that was good.

Call at 3:14 AM: 747-393-8572

Would you like to start a conversation with 747-393-8572?

[ yes ]                                       [ no ]

Cyrus selected ‘ no ’ almost immediately, opting to create a contact for him instead, in case he followed through on his promise to call again.

New Contact:

[First Name:]   James       [Last Name:]  ???

- plays for the space otters team!

- lowkey crushing on me? hh??

- how does he know me?

But I don’t even know you.

Cyrus shut off his phone and set it back on his nightstand. He fell asleep a moment later, with those words ringing in his ears.

“Hey, Underdog!” Cyrus stifled a giggle over TJ’s stupid nickname. As much as he hated (but secretly liked) to admit it, it had stuck between the two of them. This whole nicknames thing.

“Hey!” Cyrus called out in response, and waited until TJ reached his side so they could walk to class next to each other. “This might sound weird, but this random kid called me in the middle of the night, or morning I guess, and apparently he goes to our school.”

“What did he say?”

“I think he just called to say he has feelings for me. I don’t even know him, it was kind of weird. But I’m glad I helped him sort his feelings out at…three a.m. I don’t even know if I have feelings for anyone right now, I’m pretty inexperienced with all this stuff. I hope I said the right things.”

TJ shook his head and laughed through his teeth, and then switched the conversation. Cyrus caught it, but didn’t say anything.

“Dude, the homework last night was such shit. I lost so much sleep over it, I’m fucking exhausted.” TJ rubbed at his eyes and yawned.

“I don’t even know anyone names James. I mean— shit, sorry— tell me about it, it took forever to get done.” Cyrus agreed, gripping the straps on his backpack anxiously.

“I don’t even think I finished mine.”

Cyrus’ brow furrowed, but he tried his best not to look disappointed in him. “TJ, we talked about this.”

“I know, I know. I’ve just had a lot going on lately, what’s one more zero on my report card?” TJ asked, but he knew it was a stupid question.

“Like, a lot, actually. We’re almost at the end of the semester, I kinda worry about your grades,” Cyrus laughed, but he wasn’t joking my any means.

“What are you, my parents?” TJ asked rhetorically, and got nervous when he saw Cyrus’ expression fall. “Sorry— you know what I meant. I don’t think the teacher can hate me any more than she already does.” When Cyrus still looked worried, he added “Plus, I have a B-minus in the class right now. If the semester’s almost over, all I have to do is make sure it doesn’t drop below a C, I’ll still be passing.”

Cyrus sighed, and TJ tried his best to pretend it didn’t hurt.

“Kippen,” the teacher began flatly when she reached his desk. “This is the second week in a row you haven’t been turning in your homework. Or actually completing it, I assume. At this point, you’re rather lucky to be doing well on your actual class work assignments, they’re the only thing keeping your grade afloat.”

Cyrus raised an eyebrow at this.

TJ turned a dark shade of red as he felt the stares of a million kids burn into the back of his skull. “What? But I turned it in all of last week!”

The teacher peered down at her clipboard checklist over the rims of her old 70’s-something-looking glasses. “I’m afraid Mr. Goodman here turning in your homework for you while you were ‘out sick’ doesn’t qualify for you actually doing the work, Mr. Kippen.”

Both of the boys’ eyes shifted back down to their desks in embarrassment, and the teacher collected Cyrus’ homework, marking an ‘X’ through TJ’s name on the list. She announced that “last night’s homework will be graded by your peers, to take away some of the difficulty of entering all these end-of-the-semester grades”.

Cyrus was about to ask Gus to trade homework with him, since Jonah was absent at a therapy appointment for the period; when TJ slapped a pile of papers down of his desk. Cyrus looked through it, and it was all of his homework for the past month, completed, but untouched by the teacher’s pen markings.

“What? You did the homework?! TJ, what the fuck!” Cyrus exclaimed, struggling to keep his voice low, even over the ambient chatter of other students’ voices.

“What’s the point?” TJ groaned. “I would have gotten everything wrong anyways.”

“You don’t know that!” Cyrus reminded him, still a little hysterical. “I thought your tutor was helping you!”

“I don’t have one, I only said that so you didn’t have to watch me fuck up every day after school for the whole semester.”

“But…I… that’s…TJ! Why did you wait to tell me until just now?”

TJ brushed it off rather immaturely, and shrugged. “Don’t know, just been feeling a little risky lately.” Cyrus was immediately terrified of the several implications of that sentence; but TJ had slid the top paper in his stack of homework onto Cyrus’ desk, and stuffed the rest in the recycling bin near the classroom’s doorway.

“Okay, uh…what’s your answer for the first question?” Cyrus asked, once TJ sat back down in his squeaky metal chair.

“Forty-five point six.” TJ replied, without looking up from his phone, which he hid on the inside of his desk from the teacher’s view.

“Really? Because the correct answer isn’t even close to that, and your paper says something else—“

“Yeah, Cyrus! No shit! I haven’t had above a C in this class all semester, everything on that paper is so fucking incoherent to me at this point, I’ve given up. And you can’t try and fix me anymore, alright? So just, please , leave me the fuck alone!”

All Cyrus did in response as TJ stormed out of the classroom, was blink rapidly to keep tears from inevitably forming in his eyes.

What was that?

He’s never been that...sudden.

“Would you like to accompany him, Mr. Goodman?” He heard the teacher ask him from the back of the room where she sat. Cyrus nodded.

“Yeah I just— give me second.” His gaze fell on the recycling bin, now filled almost solely with TJ’s math homework. Most were crumpled up in some form, except for the ones Cyrus had helped him work on after school. Cyrus held the previous night’s assignment in his hands.

Several questions had been erased and redone several times, some were covered in numbers that overlapped, and a couple were scratched out entirely, in ugly dark led that tore into the paper. Cyrus looked back at all the papers in the bin, and they were all in the same general condition.

And on the top of every single paper, it read ‘Tyler James Kippen.’

Oh no.

Oh my god, no.

Cyrus stared at the name until tears blurred the words out, and he felt them start to fall.

He doesn’t like you, he doesn’t even know who you are yet. Because you didn’t tell him! You lied! You lied so much. You’re awful, do you know that?

TJ ran his shaking hands through his hair. He’d been crying for a good twenty minutes, still unsure of why he was so stressed and emotional over a stupid crush. It was already eleven, somehow, and he had skipped dinner with his parents to shut himself inside his room like the loser he was. He turned to his bedroom door when he heard a knock, and Amber walked in, looking concerned.

“Hey. I heard the door slam shut when you got home earlier, but I wanted to wait until you were feeling a little…” TJ scrubbed his swollen eyes and glared at her through them. “...better.” 

TJ didn’t look up at her, until she shoved something in front of him. “You can use my phone again, if you plan on calling him tonight.”

“How d—”

“I know you stole it yesterday.” She sighed, and set it down on the bed next to him. TJ stared at the phone, like it would shock him if he touched it. Amber tried to change the subject. “How’d the game go today? Did you guys get crushed by the Raptors again?”

“Shut up,” TJ sniffed, but smiled at her through his drying tears. “And I skipped. I’ve probably got a million texts and calls from the team, I promised I wouldn’t miss this one. Well, after I got suspended for failing class. I don’t think coach would let me play anyways.” He put his head in his hands before continuing. “God, I fucked up today, Amber. I really did. I think Cyrus hates me.”

“Well, you don’t have to tell me what happened today, then. But there is someone you should be be calling right now. She tapped on the dark phone screen, and TJ stared at it for a good minute before picking it up and dialing Cyrus’ number.

He drew in a deep breath, and pressed “ call ”.

Why are you lying to him?

Why did you have to pretend?

“Oh thank god, he picked up. Uh— hey, Cyrus. It’s uh…it’s TJ. I know you probably don’t want to hear from me right now, but can we talk for a second? Like, in person? I’m uh. I’m outside you house. Amber drove me here. Please answer the door.”

The line went dead, and Cyrus bolted upright from his couch.

“You look…upset.”

“Nothing gets past you, Cyrus.” Tyler James Kippen himself stood on the Goodmans’ porch in a gray shirt and patterned pajama pants, with a dark teal flannel thrown over it. His sister, Amber, stood behind him, looking just as tired and disheveled. But she was smiling at him, and shoved him closer to Cyrus’ open doorway.

“Are...you mad at me, TJ?” Was the first thing he managed to ask.

Unfortunate.

TJ shook his head, which was full of far too many things to comprehend right then. “What?”

“From class today. Was it something I said?”

“God damn it, Cyrus, I like you!” TJ almost shouted, but was quick to stop himself from waking the whole neighborhood with his confession. Amber chuckled from the porch steps, and stopped when TJ shot her a look.

“I’ll…go wait…in the car.” She covered her mouth with a hand to hide her growing smile.

“Oh, yeah…that.” Cyrus continued after Amber had shut the car door.

“Did you know it was me? I thought it was kind of obvious. I’m a pretty awful liar.”

“I didn’t until I saw your papers in the trash can,” Cyrus replied. TJ stared at the ground and nodded. “You write your full name on them, you’re such a dork.” He added.

Cyrus suddenly surprised all three of them, including himself, when he pulled the taller boy in and kissed him. He noticed TJ’s wide eyes when they broke apart.

Amber tried not to smile like an idiot at her brother, who had fallen for this absolute nerd . She turned away and acted like it was none of her business so TJ wouldn’t be pissed off.

Now it was TJ’s turn to smile and lean in for another. Cyrus happily accepted, and wrapped his hands around the back of the boy’s neck, angling their lips to fit perfectly. When he pulled back to breathe at last, Cyrus ran a hand through TJ’s hair. It was much softer after the gel had been washed out of it.

“Hmm. I think I like it better like this,” Cyrus hummed in his ear.

“I’ll be sure to wear it like this more often, then,” TJ whispered back, and rested his head on the shorter boy’s shoulder. “I’m tired, Underdog. I think I used up a month’s worth of emotion in these two days alone. I’m burned out. Can I stay at your house?”

“My parents are already asleep,” Cyrus reminded him, and gestured to their bedroom upstairs and down the hall, where his mom was snoring loudly. “Maybe tomorrow, though?”

“Ughhhhh.” TJ groaned, and turned to look back at Amber, who smiled and waved innocently from the car window at the pair. “I’ve gotten like two hours of sleep in the past two days.”

“Go and fix that then, I’ll see you again tomorrow, Kippen.” Cyrus said, and moved TJ towards the porch steps. He kissed him quickly, one more time, and TJ stooped down the stairs as slowly as possible. When he reached Amber, he sat in the backseat on the driver’s side, so he could blow Cyrus a kiss from the window. Amber reached behind her seat to smack him, but TJ was lost in his own his thoughts. He was totally in love with Cyrus Goodman.

Edit Contact:

[First Name:]   TJ     [Last Name:]  Kippen

plays for the jefferson high basketball team

my boyfriend??? :)

[my-one-love-is-music]

Is It Still a Bromance if You’ve Had Sex? Ch. 15

Also on AO3!

~~~~~~~~~

Keith sucked in a deep breath, turning to burrow deeper into the warmth surrounding him. A gravelly chuckle sounded overhead, warm breath ruffling a few strands of his hair. 

Keith forced his eyes open and tilted his head back, meeting Shiro’s shining gaze. He smiled and shifted forward, pressing a kiss to his lips. 

“Morning,” he sighed. 

“Morning,” Shiro murmured, tightening his grip around his waist. 

Keith frowned. “Is it actually morning? What time is it?” He raised his head ready to find a clock, but gave up without much effort, not particularly caring how long they’d dozed in bed. 

“We should get up at some point. Everyone else is going to be looking for us,” Shiro muttered, fingers tracing meaningless patterns along his lower back. 

Keith shrugged his shoulder, wrapping his arms around Shiro’s neck. “If there was anything important that needed our attention they’d come get us.” 

“They’d know,” he murmured, squeezing Keith’s hips. 

Keith shrugged. 

“You know what we should do?” Shiro asked, perking up. 

Keith smiled, nodding for Shiro to continue. 

“We should go on a date. An official date. Maybe stop at a nearby planet and have dinner or something,” he continued, talking faster as his excitement grew. “I mean, if we were back on Earth we could have a picnic outside your shack and watch the stars and constellations. Although I guess that’s not as impressive since we’re travelling among the stars right now-” 

“Shiro,” Keith huffed. “It doesn’t matter what we do. I’m fine as long as I’m with you.” 

He grinned. “You know, if I hadn’t known you for so long I never would’ve expected you to be so soft.” 

“Shut up,” he muttered, tightening his grip around Shiro’s shoulders. 

“Never,” Shiro murmured, pressing a quick kiss to Keith’s lips. 

Keith’s eyes slid shut. He tangled his fingers in the back of Shiro’s hair, keeping him in place. He swiped his tongue along Shiro’s bottom lip, sighing when he let his tongue slip inside. Shiro groaned, sucking on his tongue as he rolled over to press Keith into the mattress. 

Warmth spread under Keith’s skin and he knew it wouldn’t take long before he was asking Shiro to fuck him senseless again. 

Shiro broke the kiss with a sigh and pressed their foreheads together. 

“You’re really just gonna stop there?” he whined, squirming under him. 

Shiro pressed another quick kiss to his lips. 

“Yes,” he said. “Because practically every time we’ve been alone together these past few weeks, the only thing we’ve been able to do is have sex. I want to be able to spend some time with you where we can do something more than that.” 

Keith sighed and pushed at Shiro’s shoulder. Shiro let himself get guided onto his side, his back to Keith. Keith wrapped an arm around his waist, pressing a kiss between his shoulders. 

“Then let’s enjoy this,” he whispered. 

Shiro smiled, relaxing into Keith’s hold as a comfortable haze settled over them. He rested his hand over Keith’s arm across his stomach, feeling right at home in the middle of the universe. 

~~

“Come on, Keith,” Shiro said, laughter filling the air between them. 

“No, I don’t want to get up.” 

“Your stomach hasn’t stopped growling for fifteen minutes,” he huffed, giving his arm another tug. “We need to go get something to eat.” 

“Ughhhh,” he groaned, but let himself be pulled upright in bed. 

Shiro tugged him to his feet, wrapping his arms around his waist and giving a languid kiss. Keith smiled into it, running his hands up Shiro’s arms to squeeze his shoulders. 

“Hi,��� Shiro sighed when they separated. 

Keith rolled his eyes and extracted himself from Shiro’s arms. He started collecting his clothes, putting on his shirt before he managed to grab his underwear and pants. He shoved his feet into his boots and left his jacket in a pile on the floor. 

Shiro walked him to the door, foregoing his vest. He looked at Keith and held out his hand. 

“Can’t be so bad, right?” he asked. 

“Like ripping off a bandaid,” Keith muttered, linking his fingers with Shiro’s. 

Shiro gave his hand a squeeze and Keith melted a little inside at the pleased smile he tried to hide by biting his lip. He unlocked the door and it slid open, letting them out into the empty hallway. 

Keith glanced at Shiro out of the corner of his eye, finding him relaxed and at ease next to him. No matter what happened in the next however many minutes, things would be okay. They survived the war with the Galra. They survived being separated for months on end which left Keith aching to hear anything from him. And then they survived their fight. 

He still dreamt about it sometimes. Still saw the emptiness in Shiro’s eyes and his determination that only one of them would leave that cloning facility behind. 

Shiro glanced at him and frowned, his easy demeanor falling away. “What’s wrong?” 

Keith shook his head. 

“No, I can tell something’s wrong. What is it?” Shiro asked, slowing to a stop. 

“Just thinking. A dangerous habit for me,” Keith said, forcing a smirk. He stepped forward, trying to tug Shiro with him. 

“Keith, you of all people have one of the most brilliant minds. Don’t ever think you shouldn’t have your own thoughts and opinions. Now tell me what’s weighing you down. You don’t have to carry all of this on your own. You never did.” 

Keith swallowed, glancing down at his feet. “This is going to sound really weird. Especially after everything that’s just happened…” 

Shiro squeezed his hand. 

“But I was thinking about my fight at the cloning facility.” 

Keith saw the moment when Shiro’s walls started to go up. He turned his head away and stepped back, trying to pull his hand from Keith’s grip. 

“It wasn’t you,” Keith swore. “Don’t blame yourself for what happened. I know you wouldn’t do anything to hurt me.” 

“But I did.” 

“No, you didn’t. That wasn’t you. And I hate that you remember everything that happened. I don’t want you to experience any more pain. You’ve gone through more than your fair share.” 

Keith could tell Shiro didn’t believe him. They both had their self-doubts and those wouldn’t be going away anytime soon. But he was determined to help Shiro heal from everything he’d been through and give him the kind of love he deserved. 

Shiro’s smile was sad and Keith sighed, regretting he’d ever brought up what he was thinking. 

“You shouldn’t blame yourself either,” he murmured. 

Keith frowned and looked up. “What?” 

“I can see that you’re blaming yourself right now for bringing down the mood. Don’t. You haven’t done anything wrong.” 

“Neither have you.” 

Shiro sighed and they both knew this was about as far as they were going to get in this conversation. 

“Come on,” Keith said, tugging Shiro down the hallway. Shiro trailed behind him as they turned the corner to the kitchen, but Keith didn’t loosen his grip on his hand, intent on keeping him close after so much miscommunication between them. 

Hunk was behind the counter, mixing goo in a bowl while Lance shoved a spoonful of pink goo into his mouth. 

“Hey Shiro, hey Keith,” Hunk greeted, waving his spoon at them. “I’m whipping up some new recipes if you guys are hungry.” 

“Give us the best you’ve got, Hunk,” Shiro said, relaxing again now that he had something to distract him. He tugged Keith over to the table and they sat down on a pair of stools next to each other. 

“Sorry, I think I might have taken all of that,” Lance said with a snicker, scooping up another spoonful of pink goo. 

“Lance, you know there’s always plenty to go around,” Hunk tutted. He grabbed two bowls and spooned some of the mixture he was working with into them, sliding them over to Shiro and Keith. “Try that and let me know what you think.” 

Keith shoved a spoonful into his mouth, practically inhaling the goo. His stomach growled again, demanding more than a single bite. He tucked into his bowl, giving little thought to the people around him. 

“Well look who finally worked things out.” 

Keith glanced over his shoulder, finding Pidge standing in the doorway, arms crossed and smirk pulling the corner of her lips up. 

Lance looked between Keith and Shiro. 

“Matt’s gonna be ecstatic the two of you are talking again so he doesn’t have to hear more about Shiro’s personal life than he wants to.” 

“Wait,” Lance says, swallowing his food as he perked up. “Were you guys having a fight? Was that why things have been different between you guys lately?” 

Keith and Shiro shared a look. 

“It wasn’t really a fight,” Shiro explained. “More of a misunderstanding.” 

“Oh,” Lance sighed. 

Keith frowned as he watched a tenseness to Lance’s shoulders seep out of him. He turned back to his food and continued eating, contemplating something for a moment as he chewed. 

“You know I’m really happy you guys aren’t seriously fighting. Because I can honestly say that if your relationship wasn’t working out I wouldn’t have any hope for romance left,” Lance said.  

Keith frowned. “What do you mean?” 

Lance waved his hand. “You know what I mean. Like, considering how long you two have been together and how much you care about each other, I can’t imagine you not being together. You know how to be together and you know how to do it right. So many people flounder through their relationships, but it’s really never been that way for you guys. You’re a pair. You’re the end game that we all expect to see. You’re that gross couple we know is still going to be insanely in love in sixty years.” 

“Lance, seriously, where did you get that idea?” Keith blurted. 

Lance wilted a little bit, his expression becoming pinched. “You said you had a misunderstanding. I’m assuming that was in your romantic relationship. Since you’re boyfriends. Hell, you’ve been dating for as long as I can remember. Seeing you two together helped me remember there was still good in the universe during the worst of the war.” 

“You really had no idea, did you?” Pidge snickered behind them. 

Lance whirled around, glaring at her. “No idea about what?” he snapped. 

“Lance,” Shiro said, voice gentle. “We haven’t been dating. We just started dating.” 

He blinked at Shiro, mouth falling open. 

“No,” he said, looking around at Pidge and Hunk. “Are you serious? Are they serious?” he cried, pointing an accusatory finger at Keith and Shiro. “You guys really haven’t been dating all this time?!” 

“We really haven’t,” Shiro said. 

“Hunk?!” Lance asked, turning to him in desperation. 

Hunk shrugged, his gaze sliding over to Shiro and Keith. “I knew the two of you weren’t dating. Most of your behavior didn’t indicate the kind of accepted closeness that most couples exude. Even though you were comfortable around each other there were certain things you wouldn’t let yourselves do. But, I could also see your feelings lurking underneath. I knew you both wanted to close that distance even if you were afraid to do it because of what might happen. 

“I knew you’d be able to work it out for yourselves one day, though. And I’m really happy you did. You deserve each other. I mean, you care for each other more than anyone else in the whole universe. And I don’t think many other people can claim the same thing.” He trailed off with a soft chuckle. 

Keith felt cool metal fingers wrap around his hand. He glanced down and gave Shiro’s hand a squeeze, soft smile pulling at his lips. 

“Ugh, maybe I shouldn’t have helped you two get your heads out of your asses,” Pidge groaned. “Now you’re going to be sappy and gross.” 

“Yeah, we probably are,” Keith murmured, lifting his gaze to meet Shiro’s eyes. 

“We definitely are,” he said, leaning forward to press a quick kiss to Keith’s lips. 

“Well, I’m gonna go see if Matt can take me with him to whatever corner of the universe he’s currently helping. Wherever it is it probably won’t be far enough to stop feeling the effects of your undying love,” she grumbled, shuffling from the room. 

Shiro chuckled, pressing his forehead to Keith’s and not feeling the least bit embarrassed in front of their friends. Keith smiled and turned back to his food, leaving his fingers intertwined with Shiro’s. 

He was comfortable and content. He didn’t think there was anything else he needed in the universe. Well...maybe except getting to move into the same room as Shiro. But they could figure that out later. Keith certainly wasn’t going to let Shiro sleep anywhere else but with him. 

After all, he was far too attached to him already. 

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Extra Cheesy - Sweet Pea x Reader (3/?)

Summary: After literally bumping into the cute pizza guy and then promptly running away, (Y/N) has something to take care of which may or may not lead her in the direction of said boy?

Words: 2658

Warnings: Swearing, yelling, cheesiness!

A/N: I firstly just wanted to apologise to you all for how long it took me to finish this part! I was having a tough time finding inspiration to write but seem to have suddenly gotten my mojo back! Again, super sorry about making you guys wait for me but thank you for your patience!

A/N/N: I am feeling so much love you guys! Your responses have warmed my heart so much that a third part was in order! I decided to do this chapter a little differently and have it in the readers point of view! Let me know if you liked it like this and if not, I can always make a chapter 3.5 back in Sweet Pea’s point of view!? :))

You can read part 1 Here! And part 2 Here!

Readers Point of View

It was oddly quiet in the halls today.

I could actually breathe in the sweet smell of silence as strange as that sounds.

Ever since Southside High shut down the halls had been over crowded with tattoos and leather jackets. Not that I have anything against the Southside at all, I don’t have anything against anyone but the halls have been so crowded due to the closure that I spent most of my lunch times in the library or outside.

I was walking briskly but freely through the halls, sticking towards the lockers as I didn’t want to run into anyone when I rounded the corner and coincidently smashed straight into a large and muscular make-shift wall.

Colliding with the figure I was thrown to the ground, books strewn everywhere and a basketball could be heard bouncing away from my ass which was sore from the fall.

Standing up and wiping my legs, I began to pick up the mess the person had created, starting by picking up my books and their gym bag in hopes to make a mends.

“Oh my gosh I am so so sorry! I can’t believe I just did that, I should be more careful!” I rushed out as I finished grabbing the remains of my Biology book. To be fair, it wasn’t exactly my fault, he really should be looking where he’s going but I didn’t want to anger the boy more then he probably already was.

“You had all of this room and you decide to slam straight into me, great!” He grumbled sarcastically, snatching his gym bag out of my hands without so much as a thank you.

Placing his bag over his shoulder he yelled angrily, “Next time, watch where you are fucking going!”

That was it.

That was the final straw.

I was furious now! Sure, I had run into him but I am nothing compared to his tall stature.

“I said I was sorry okay? No need to be an asshole about it,” I yelled at the tall boy, looking up for the first time to see what Jerk had been such a dick about a little accident.

Looking up, my eyes met the ones that I couldn’t stop thinking about since we first met. It was the boy who I delivered pizza two all those days ago.

Sure, he was an asshole and yelled at me both times we have interacted but look at those chocolate brown eyes. How can you not fall in love with those orbs of melted chocolate.

God, they make me swoon.

The next thing I knew I was staring into the boys eyes and instantly regret calling him an asshole, even though he is one.

A sudden realisation washed over me as I remembered where I was headed and I had no time to stop.

Before I had even realised what was happening, my feet were taking unusually fast strides and were suddenly carrying themselves, and myself along with them out the doors of Riverdale High.

I could hear him.

I could hear his deep, sultry voice calling out after me but I couldn’t stop.

I couldn’t stop myself from running away, like leaving the scene of an awkward, humiliating crime.

And yet…

I want nothing more then to turn straight around, apologise for calling him an asshole and to smash my lips into the giant hunk but I couldn’t.

How could I when I would be letting down the person who needed me the most.

Without even realising it, my body had auto-piloted me to that person. The one person who depended on me and relied on me more than anyone else in the world. The person who-

“Y/N!”

“Hey Buddy! How was school?” I laughed as my little brother run up to me and hugged my lower-half.

Once he was done, I took his hand in mine and we began our long trek home. I would love to take the bus home or even drive but we need that extra cash for food or necessities.

“It was good! We got to play with Lego and do a giant obst-obst-“

“Obstacle?”

“Yeah that one, an obs-ical course! And we had cake cause it was Jackson’s birthday and and..”

“Hey there kiddo, slow down and take a breath! It sounds like you had a full-on day today!” I laughed, ruffling his shaggy hair that definitely needed a trim, which again would cost much more then we could afford.

As we continue to walk the long treck home from (Y/B/N)’s school, we slowly but surely cross the invisible line between the two halves of town; the Northside and the Southside, on purpose of course.

Out of pure habit and years of experience, I grabbed (Y/B/N)’s hand a little tighter and bought him closer to my side, knowing that on this side of town you could never be too cautious.

It wasn’t like I don’t trust Southsiders, I am one after all, but there are some people on the Southside who cannot be trusted.

The Serpents are trustworthy, some can be a little scary and cut off statue heads but they are relatively harmless. The outsiders (like myself who do not belong in a gang) are trustworthy and just like to keep to themselves away from all the gang violence and rivalry. But the Ghoulies, they are the ones we have to watch out for.

Finally reaching the trailer, I unlock the rusty door and rush (Y/B/N) inside so he can have his afternoon snack and finish his homework before I have to go to work.

After cooking up a feast that consisted of a toasted sandwich with a side of 2 minute noodles, I was now ready to head off to work.

(Y/B/N) was now safely tucked in his bed, fast asleep and shouldn’t wake ‘till morning.

So everything should have been going to plan, correct?

WRONG!

“Forsythe Pendleton Jones the Third you answer your fucking phone right now or so help me I will shove your beanie so far up your ass that it’ll never see the light of day! Arghhhh just get your sorry butt over here because I have to leave and you have to baby sit, remember? Ughhhh get here NOW!” I whisper yelled into the phone, in awe of how dim that boy can be at times.  

I really didn’t want to leave my little brother at home alone but I also cannot afford to lose this job.

If I lose this job then (Y/B/N) won’t be able to eat or get new clothes that he really needs or a haircut. I don’t care if I starve, wear old clothes or have raggedy hair, he doesn’t deserve that life and just because our parents ditched us, doesn’t mean I’m going to fail him.

So with all this weighing in my mind, I take one last look at his tiny frame and grab my jacket before practically sprinting out the door and towards the pizza place I’ve been working at for the past few months.

After serving many costumers and delivering many pizzas, I was finally walking the tiring path to that little place known as home.

With my corny blue cap long gone, I dragged my feet one foot at a time as I struggle to keep my eyes open. It was currently two in the morning and I was finally making my way home.

In the end, Jughead had ended up calling and saying that he would check up on (Y/B/N) but he couldn’t stay long which wasn’t an ideal situation but I had no other choice.

I had to just trust that (Y/B/N) would stay asleep and that no scumbag Ghoulies broke into our trailer which, considering where we lived wasn’t an unlikely situation.

As I climbed the steps that lead to the trailer door, I was hit with this sudden sensation. A sensation that I couldn’t quite explain except that it felt like someone was behind me.

Whipping my head around I was met with four boys. Three looked around thirteen and the other was smaller, more familiar.

The four boys where walking up to the trailer across from mine when I saw them knock on the door as loud and as obnoxiously as they could and then run as fast as they could, seeking cover behind anything they could find.

The older man ripped open the door in nothing but a singlet and boxers and started to search for the ding-dong-ditchers frantically and with a scowl on his face but alas found nothing.

Sighing, he turned around and stomped back inside, closing the door behind him as irritably as he opened it.

So these were the infamous ding-dong-ditchers that had been terrorising our neighbourhood for the past few months. They have been non-stop knocking on every trailer for forever but I’m never home to deal with it, however I do get some choice words thrown around by Jughead when he baby sits.  

Loud cackles could he heard from behind two motorbikes, as the little shits emerged from the darkness, revealing their identity like a dumb superhero.

I gasped loudly as one of the faces becomes abundantly clear.

(Y/B/N).

(Y/B/N) was a part of the thugs that were bugging serpents and ghoulies alike, probably earning them all a death wish if they were ever caught!

No way!

This isn’t like him at all! Someone must be making him do this and I am going to give those someone’s a piece of my mind!

“Do you little shits mind telling me why you assholes and my innocent little brother are knocking on people doors at two in the morning?” I questioned, walking over to them and crossing my arms over my chest to try and show some sort of dominance. After all, they are only like twelve, right?

“What’s it to you? He’s always home by himself or with that beanie wearing dickhead who doesn’t take his eyes off of his computer for long enough to notice he’s even gone!” The tallest done yelled back, stepping in front of the gang.

Oh I am going to slaughter Jughead, slowly and oh so painfully.

“That’s because I work you fucker! I make a living, so he can even be in that trailer!” I counter, stepping closer to the kid.

“Well maybe you should work harder cause that metal box you call a trailer is an actual shit fest and should be compounded!” He barked, stepping up so his face was closer to mine.

“You talk about my house ONE. MORE. TIME. And I will bash your teeth in so that you have to drink your dinner through a straw. So, you either step the fuck back and let me take MY brother home before you twats turn him into one of you losers or I bash your fucking skull in? Which will it be?” I yell through gritted teeth and don’t back down.

A flicker of fear flashed over his glossy eyes as he stepped back towards his friends, the same expression on their faces.

I use this opportunity to grab (Y/B/N)’s hand and pull him towards me.

“Now, I suggest you leave here and don’t come back! And if I catch you ding-dong-dumbasses ding-dong-ditching another one of these trailers, I’ll inform each and every tenant and they’ll eat you shit heads for lunch!” I growled, turning fast and practically dragging my little brother back towards our trailer, the footsteps of the kids could be heard running as far away from Sunny Side trailer park as their little feet could carry them.

Pausing suddenly, I turned around and bent down to talk to my little brother. I grabbed his shoulders and tried to look in his eyes as his were cast towards the floor.

“And you! What in the world were you thinking (Y/B/N)? I have bought you up to treat people how you want to be treated and this is what happens. Do you want people to knock on your door at three in the morning, wake you up from your slumber and then just leave?” He shook his head, tears forming in his eyes.

“Then why would you do that? I know you and you are not silly buddy! You are so smart, so what happened?” I sighed, my voice going from a stern one to merely a whisper.

“It’s because you are never home!” He cried, tears streaming down his face. I pull him into a rib crushing hug as he continues to sob.

“I spend all day at school without my big sis and then come home to see you for a little bit and then you leave again and you leave me with Jughead. I don’t even like him, he has a weird name! Why are you always leaving me?” He sniffed, tears flowing freely down his tiny face.

(Y/B/N) is at an age where he just doesn’t understand why I work all the time. He doesn’t get that money doesn’t grow on trees and that I have to work my ass off to afford food every night.

Sighing, I pull away from him, so he can look into my eyes.

“Buddy, I leave so that you can go to school and you can have lunch! If I didn’t have to leave I wouldn’t, you know that!” I began to tear up. This was all my fault.

He was rebelling at such a young age because of me and my stupid working hours.

“But how about this, I’ll drop some hours on the weekend okay buddy? I’ll cut back work on the weekends so that we can spend it together, alright?” I said with a sad smile.

His face lit up like a Christmas tree, his grin as wide as could be. His arms wrapped back around me and hugged me as tight as he could.

As much as I wanted to enjoy this moment, I just couldn’t. We were already struggling as is and now I have to cut back on hours. Maybe I’ll be able to pick them back up on a weekday? That means finishing at four and getting three hours sleep but if it means that (Y/B/N) will be happy and out of trouble then I can’t say no.

“Now, before we go back inside there’s one more thing we have to do!” I say, standing up and grabbing his hand.

That night I had (Y/B/N) go to all of the houses and apologise for his part in the ding-dong-ditching affair. We didn’t have to worry about waking anyone up because I’m pretty sure the whole neighbourhood heard our little conversation anyway.

“I’m sorry Mister, I didn’t mean to make you mad!”

“I just wanted to say sorry…”

“I don’t know who the other boys are!”

These were some popular statements of his that night whilst making our way through the rows of metal containers.

Trailer after trailer and apology after apology, we were finally up to the last one.

It was around the corner from our own trailer and looks really familiar but so do all the other ones so I didn’t really dwell on it.

Walking up the steps, hand in hand, I knocked loudly on the door and waited for an answer, if there was going to be one.

“This is the last one and then we can go back to bed, okay?” I looked down at (Y/B/N) as he yawned and rubbed his tired eyes.

“I am super proud of you for doing this and apologising for what you’ve done!” I whisper as I squeeze his hand and smile softly at him.

Suddenly, the door is ripped open and I’m met with someone who I had no intention of interacting with or talking to any time soon…

“What the fuck do you-“ He screamed in my face, causing (Y/B/N) to hide behind me.

“Oh, hey there little miss sunshine…”

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My three Annoying Teachers (SakuAka) - Chapter 4

Author note: I do not own Naruto, if I did Sarada's father would have been Itachi! (This is the latest chapter I wrote a few days ago, already working on chapter 5, please look forward and hope you’ll like this story!!)

My three Annoying Teachers

Chapter 4; Dreaming of the teachers

" Thanks for picking me up, Temari," A small smile dazzled my lips, as I leaned back into the seat and resting my head. Temari returned the gesture and focused back on the road, she gets quite silent while driving. Probably focused to 100 percent.

It had been a rough morning. Being ravished by both Itachi-sensei and Sasori-sensei. Not only that, but they even got a picture of my dilemma. Sighing, I shook my head, trying to disband the thoughts. Thinking of it only made me more mad and depressed.

After a while of staring out the window, my eyelids lowered. While feeling the sleep wanting to overtake me, I couldn't resist and fell into its' depths...

Dream/Flashback

Opening my eyes, I glanced around the room I currently resided in. Seeing mostly black stone walls, I let out a gasp and hurriedly glanced down at myself. 'Chains...?' I tried to muster some strength into my body and break free, but it was useless. Those things stuck tight to my feet, hands and around my abdomen.

'Where the hell am I?' Confused, I glanced around the room one more time and then stopped. My eyes spotted red flaming hair, that just entered from a door. A small light shined from his hand as a candle stayed put on his palm, while he walked.

"Sasori-sensei... Gonna harass me some more, aren't you?" I sighed lazily, getting tired while meeting them almost every day but now in my dreams too? This was just absurd.

"You're really weird, Sasori-sensei. Why would you do something like that to me in your own house and not only that, while your cousin was just right outside!" I complained strongly, rolling my eyes as some anger grew of the memory.

Bending down, he placed the candle in front of me and then also sat down across from my chained self. I watched him with a dull gaze, not caring much, since I wouldn't be able to do anything anyways.

A bored gaze locked with my own. The movement of his hand startled me, as it got placed on my forehead, while he leaned in closer. Red strands laid lazily, covering a bit of his dulled eyes. He seemed so uninterested. "Whatever you see in your other world, is false."

"Sasori-sensei? What do you mean?!" I questioned with an astonished look.

It took a moment for him to reply, "Us, the Akatsuki have gotten tasked with bringing back your consciousness. If we fail, we all die."

Something warm began oozing out from his hand, as a blue glow shone from above my eyebrows. "Saso-"

"Hush, brat," his eyelids lowered and the palm on my forehead pressed harder. Soft lips moved silently, making me unable to hear his words. Though an insane pain jolted through my skull and I couldn't hold in the scream from leaving past my lips. I yelled and yelled, the pain only increasing. "Ahhh! Stop! STOP! IT HURTS! AHHHHH! NOO!"

"SLAM!"

The door got thrust open, a few of the other teachers arrived in the room and glanced down at us.

"What are you doing Sasori-danna, hmm?" Deidara-sensei asked, strolling in our direction.

"Trying to bring her back. Don't distract me Deidara," he said coldly and continued with whatever he was doing to me.

"NOOO! IT HURTS! AHHH! UGHHHH!" I roared out while fighting back against the chains, hoping they would release me. Failing miserable, I snapped my eyes shut and tried to ignore the pain echoing underneath the flesh.

"Oi... I don't think that's wise, you might kill Pinky if you keep that up," Kisame'san's worried voice entered through my eardrums, as my pain only enlarged.

"Sasori." A demanding voice sounded further away. "Are you trying to kill us all? I already have a method that's possible to work."

Feeling the pain slowly dissolving from my head, I looked up to see Sasori-sensei retreating with his palm. Turning his head in the direction of Pein-sensei, I glanced with a curious gaze at his back.

"Yes. Leader-sama, please show us your effective solution." he sarcastically said as he rose up from his place on the ground and stepped towards the side, giving Pein-sensei full access to my view.

Taking his stand in front of me, ringed eyes watched me intensely. Surprised at his stare, I adverted my gaze, feeling how heated my face had turned.

A low masculine voice spoke evenly, "What is your full name?"

"Haruno Sakura," I stated without a thought.

"What is your occupation?" Came a second question and I replied with a frown. "High school student."

'Why is Pein-sensei asking me all of this... He's supposed to know it, being my teacher and all...' I sighed, trying to understand his reasons for these odd questions.

"Explain how you know all of us," Instead of being a question, this time he sounded demanding for an answer. Just like giving an order to someone.

"Alright..." I sweat dropped a little. My own dreams are probably what made them so weird, so in the end I have myself to blame... Or more like my brain.

Anyhow, I took a deep breath and centered my eyes on the ground, pondering. After a while, I decided it was time for some kindhearted explanation, though a dream shouldn't really need it...

"Uchiha Itachi is my math teacher. As well as the first one that truly harassed me and with that I mean in a sexual way, touching me all over. He did this in the car during sunlight." I told them, without even feeling a bit embarrassed. How weird, normally I would feel so flustered around them, but now I kind of feel a bit headstrong.

Silence met with my ears, making me curious as I glanced up towards each of the sensei's. Some had their mouths open wide, while others were trying to stifle their laughter and a few expressions were hard to read.

A loud snicker escaped from Kisame'san's lips, while he clutched his stomach and attempting to stop himself from emitting laughter. "Hahaha! Pinky here is... Oh god... Itachi... I didn't know you did things like that, on a lil girl... Hahahaha!"

Another chuckle joined in, coming from Hidan-Sensei. "The shit? Uchiha knows how to rape a woman, fucking hell."

Itachi-sensei looked emotionless as ever, hard to pinpoint his reactions with that.

"…Continue." Pein-sensei ordered with a wave of his hand, ignoring the small snickers across the room.

"well… It's usually Itachi-sensei, Sasori-sensei and Deidara-sensei that end up harassing me a lot. Sure, I accidently skipped both Itachi-sensei and Sasori-sensei's classes, though the class with Deidara-sensei. I was just too tired to go into his class! Sasori-sensei teaches history, Deidara-sensei teaches art. I detest those three teachers the most!"I stated firmly, giving a frown to each said senseis.

A low snicker sounded from Deidara-sensei. Staring at him with a slight raised eyebrow, I quickly defended myself. "It's true! You really do love to disturb my peaceful school life! Even last year too, you gave me so much work, that I could barely make it!"

He erupted into loud laughter and rose his hand, then laid it down on his forehead and scoured through his blond fringes. "This is too hilarious, hmm. I'm an art teacher, while Sasori is not!"

'Wait… He wasn't bothered with him harassing me but being my art teacher?' I wondered in my head, slightly blinking.

"Quit it brat," Sasori-sensei provided Deidara-sense with a smack on top of his head.

Wincing in pain, Deidara-sensei stroked his head and hugged it, all the while sending protests towards my red headed teacher. With a bored stare, he ignored the blond and shifted his eyes onto my chained self.

A shudder erupted from my body, as he looked at me with those empty orbs. I felt fear flung over me, I wanted to do anything to cover my figure. His stare was so intense, just as if he was trying to unlock all my concealed secrets.

"Ahh! Pein-sensei!" Panting in realization, I turned back to peek at the person who began questioning me.

"Yes?" He inquired, watching me warily.

Silence met with the room once more, before I started to speak. "You are my origami teacher and also one of the kind teachers! I enjoy every minute of your lessons, Pein-sensei!"

A grin plastered to my face. Curiously, I searched his eyes for any kind of reaction, but I found nothing aside from a blank look. Some gasps left the individuals across of the area, shifting my eyes to the new sounds, I saw how a few of the teachers held their mouths and strained to keep from chuckling.

'What did I say now? They like to make fun of me, don't they…'? I sighed inwardly, shaking my head and shutting my eyes, hoping to wake up from this dream.

"Did something happen to you, in your world?" Another questioned headed my way, my eyes snapped open in haste and I viewed him with dread oozing from my abdomen.

Meeting my eyes, Pein-sensei continued. "Go on."

"I- "My voice was hesitant; did I really have to tell him about my scar? I rather forget it

"Sakura, listen. The other world you live in, is fake and we must pull back your true self. Answering my questions will make this more helpful."

"My true self…" I muttered underneath my breath, not understanding the meaning in his sentence.

Flicking my finger, I nodded. "I was in a car accident, laid unconscious for two weeks and got the scar I have on my back."

"Back..." Pein-sensei looked thoughtful, as he glanced down towards the ground for a few seconds. Rising his head, he rotated and encountered Itachi-sensei's knowing eyes. A firm nod exchanged between the two, the Uchiha strolled towards my direction. My green hues fixated on his frame, inspecting him as he now bent down in front of me. His hand roamed over the shackles keeping me in place, it didn't take him long to put aside the chains.

"Turn around, kunochi," He instructed quietly and I did, better not to anger any of these men.

I felt my shirt being pulled up by his hand, coldness stirred my skin and I bit my lip, to keep silent. Feeling his vision travel over my back, a chill went up my spine. Shuddering into his gaze, a coarse breath passed my lips.

I shut my eyes fiercely, melting the bad recollections from surfacing. Suddenly something warm met my backside and I jolted upwards, the warmness inflowing through my skin. My skull nudged back, as I glowered upwards, meeting with the dusky ceiling.

"We need to open that seal, Itachi." I heard Pein-sensei say from behind of me.

No reply came out from Itachi-sensei's mouth, instead I felt the hotness increasing and to be honest, it wasn't a bad feeling. It felt nice.

My body began trembling abruptly, as I felt a gentle pair of hands rocking me to the sides. "Sakura! Wake up!" I could catch from a far distance.

"Temari… I'll…" I murmured silently, my eyes lowering.

"You won't be able to do it while she is unconscious. Put the chains back on." Pein's stern voice sounded, before I finally drifted away from this dream...

Dream/Flashback end

Opening my eyes, I was met with a worried look. Grinning I petted the blonde's head and smiled warmly. "You ok there, Temari? And thank you for driving me back home!"

I hopped up from my seat and stepped out to stand next to her, she had opened the passenger door wider for me. Stretching my arms, I felt ready to finish Sasori's history assignment, it was duo to today and I accidently deleted most of the report I finished yesterday.

"No problem! Did you finish the task you received from my cousin?" Temari asked me, with a soft voice as she led me towards the front door of the Uzumaki residence.

"Not yet. Or well I did yesterday but then I deleted most parts of it, " I groaned miserably at myself and looked down to my stomach, as I felt hunger rumble from it. 'Oh god, I forgot to eat breakfast this morning, since Itachi-sensei rushed me! And then at Gaara's place we only work to finish the group project!"

A hand bumped my shoulder gently, looking to the said I saw a huge grin on Temari's face. "You better eat first, before you get to that assignment. When is the due time? "

Smiling back, I replied. "8pm. I have enough time to complete it! Don't worry Temari!"

"That's good then, you only have 6 hours left though, but that's more than enough right?" Her head titled to the side, as she watched me.

"6 hours!" I yelped and quickly pinned her arm closer to my face, then I gawked at the time.

"I could ask Sasori to give you more time for it? Since you did accidently delete the assignment?" in the corner of my eyes, I saw her palm gripping out her phone from one of her jeans pockets. Slamming my own hand above hers, I smiled leisurely. "It was partly my own fault. Don't worry about it Temari, I'll make it!"

The grumbling noise from my stomach, disturbed us and made both of us giggle.

"If you say so. Go and eat now. See you on Sunday, Sakura!" She waved as she walked over to her car.

Waving back and watching as she drove safely onto the road, until I no longer saw her. Fist pumping the air, I nodded in motivation. 'Time to eat a sandwich, work on my history assignment and then hand it in for Sasori-sensei's class! Nothing can make me lose focus now, I need to oversee my dream another time as well…'

Shaking my head, I blinked furiously and gripped the door handle, turning it down and stepping inside.

Hurriedly I entered the kitchen, seeing no one. I went to the counter and took a piece of bread, then opened the fridge, getting out butter and ham. It didn't take me long, until I completed my sandwich. Smiling satisfied at my work, I put back the products quickly into the cold air and then stormed to my room. Opening my bedroom's door, I slipped inside and shut it fast.

Sighing to myself, I settled my delicious treat onto a spare spot on my desk. Then I also plumped down on the seat, starting the engine and waiting for the computer to start up. When the screen shone a blue light, there was a text in white "Updating, 10 percent". Facepalming, I screeched out of disappointment. "Oh god, why do you do this to me?!" I sniveled, covering my eyes with both of my hands, as I leaned in with my body weight. Half laying on my hands.

A sturdy growl arose beneath of my belly and I jerked a hold of my sandwich, put it to my lips and bit. Feeling the sweet taste of the bread, I gobbled it down quickly.

When I finished eating, I took a glance at the screen in front of me and blinked my eyes. "Updating, 15 percent". Clenching my knuckles, I held one hand in front of the screen, ready to break it. After a while of thinking, I concluded it would do me no good. I wouldn't be able to complete the stupid assignment at all and then I would be forced to either stay after class or extra lessons on Saturday. Ino would kill me if I didn't come along on a girls' out.

"Fine, have it your way! Stupid computer!" I threatened and rose, strolling over towards the bed, I glided down on the comfy sheets. Taking a deep breath, I laid on my side and kept a close eye on my screen, waiting for it to finish.

Then a piece of my memory flashed through my head, blinking I grabbed a hold of my phone and looked through past messages.

"Wednesday morning." I read from Sasori's first and so far, only message to my phone. I let out a sigh of relief. 'I still have time to finish it, he said Wednesday morning!'

'SAKURA! GUESS WHO'S BACK!' The familiar voice of my inner-self, made me scratch behind my ear.

"Oh, I thought you vanished to some odd place in my head? Welcome back though." I said sarcastically, rolling my eyes with a grin emerging from my lips.

'You won't lose me that easily girl! I wish you fail in completing that assignment to be honest here, I want to see what more things Sasori can do to us!' Inner chimed excitedly, making me shrug. 'One more thing, where is that porn you promised me?!'

A blush drawled onto my cheeks and I sat up on the comforter. "Well… Just let me finish the assignment first please?" I gazed into her eyes with my famous cute ones.

'Fine, fine, just hurry! I want to release!' She scowled at me, before vanishing back into her little corner of my brain.

"This will be a long night…" I assumed and this time I'll do two documents with the exact same text, so if I accidently delete one of them, the other one will be saved! I'm sure I'll fall asleep eventually working on that thing, writing just makes me too tired, most of the time.

I kept my eyes tight on my still blue screen, it didn't look like it would finish updating for now. Suddenly an idea got in my head. 'I could ask to borrow Naruto or Naruko's computer and finish the assignment! I'm so smart!'

Getting up and dashing out of my bedroom, I strolled down the corridor until I got to a few doors. Three doors were put closely to each other. Feeling confused, I decided to try the middle door and placed my knuckled hand on the wooden fabrics, knocking gently.

Chapter 4; End

[lemonnyx]

Make a Wish

Noctis x Reader

Fluff

Word Count: 1,734

Small fluff for Noctis :D

Prologue: Your family has had close ties with the Lucian line since you were born. You father has worked directly with King Regis in keeping Insomnia safe and like Clarus Amicitia, is considered to be a close friend along with being his protector. You and Noctis have been long childhood friends.

Time Setting: Third year, High school

It was late, around 2 in the morning, but you just couldn’t go to sleep. You rolled around on your bed letting out a small groan. Mid-semester testing was coming up and your father had put a lot of pressure on you to do well. Along with the fact that you had been helping Noctis study as well.

“Ughhhh” you groaned as you climbed off your bed before walking towards the window. Looking up at the night sky you saw the stars glowing against the pale moonlight. Closing your eyes you wished how you go outside and breathe in the brisk, night air. Anything really to ease the stiff feeling you had inside you from cramming all week. A distraction to chase away this feeling of stress inside you.

An idea began to form in your mind. You really shouldn’t. Your father would be furious if you got caught but… you couldn’t resist.

Grabbing your jacket from the closet you quickly put it on. Quietly as possible, you creeped your way out of your bedroom and went downstairs. The house was dark, but with every step  the wooden floors creaked beneath you. You silently moved over to the living room window to unlock it, fearing that if you used the front door the sound would wake your father. 

Standing there for a moment you contemplated turning back, but chose to still move forward with your plan. You thought you heard a sound coming from the room down the hall, but it was nothing. Pushing the glass then the screen aside, while just leaving enough open for your return you slid out onto the soft grass. You stood once more in silence awaiting to hear angry footsteps come rushing towards you, but nothing.   

Taking a deep breath you double checked the window to make sure it didn’t look obvious that you had left. Adrenaline now rushing through your veins at the thought of you being such a “bad ass” for sneaking out. You felt excited, nervous and joyous all at once. Muffling a small giggle in your sleeve you started walking down the sidewalk. The streets were empty and dark, but the street lights illuminated the fresh wet pavement beautifully.   

That feeling of bliss changed though after a few minutes of walking, when you saw another person coming towards you. You stopped in your tracks and stared, surprised to see someone out so late. The stranger didn’t seem as if they were in a rush as they staggered down the sidewalk, getting closer to you. They were oblivious of your presence, as they were looking up at the stars.

You didn’t move, you were frozen in place as they moved closer to you. It was only when they were just a couple of feet from you that you noticed a familiar brown billed baseball cap. A hat that your best friend would often wear out in public, as to not be noticed by anyone. It was Noctis! 

Why is he out so late? You thought, still staring at him wanting to verify that it actually was him. Just a few inches from you he finally looked down. Then proceeded to make a small leap in the air while letting out a high pitched screech of surprise.

Despite you watching him this whole time, you too jumped. Taking a step back.

“S-Sorry”. He stuttered as he looked down at the ground, his cheeks blushing slightly in embarrassment. 

“I didn’t see you there, my bad”. His hand reaching to readjust his hat that had moved askew.

You blushed a little too, hoping he wouldn’t realize that you had been watching him. “It’s okay Noct.”

You smiled as he lifted his head to look at you.

“(Y/name)! Hey what are you doing out?” His eyes slightly twinkling in the night.

“Me? What about you? Don’t you usually have to have a bunch of armed guards around if you leave your apartment?” You said teasing while giving him a devious smirk.

Noctis wraps his arm loosely your shoulders engaging you to walk with him. 

“Not if I have you around my warrior princess!”

God’s he so corny. You thought as let a small chuckle at the image of you in warrior attire, gladiator sandals and all. He was so warm for it being so cold out. You wanted to move closer to him but didn’t want to make things awkward.

“You’re so cold (Y/name), don’t you know anything about sneaking out?” He said as he pulled you closer to his side.

“I guess not”, you said pouting.

“Always bring gloves”. Noctis then pulls his blue and black stripped gloves from his left pocket. A goofy smile is on his face as he hands them over to you.

You smiled as you take them from him, you touch his fingers in the exchange, his hands were so warm. 

Walking now together, his arm around you, he ask once more.  

“So… what are you doing out here anyways?”

“Just… you know walking. I just really wanted to be outside”. You said slightly blushing not wanting to admit that you snuck out.

Noctis then let out a small huff, “Yeah me too. There’s something about the night that makes me more relaxed. I guess it’s because I don’t have think so much about, well everything.

You raised your eyebrows at him, surprised that he was even telling you this. You and Noctis were close, but he rarely ever confessed things like this to you.

You bit your bottom lip, seeing how sincere he was in his confession. Sometimes you forgot that Noctis was more than just your friend, he was the prince and that came with a lot of responsibilities.

The two of you slowly walked down the sidewalk. Noctis moved his hand back behind his head as he looked up at the night sky.

“This is my favorite part.”

“What is?” you asked.

Noctis points upwards, “The stars”.

You looked up as well, feeling a little confused. “You can always see them from your window,” you teased.

He shakes his head a little, showing a half-smile. “Yeah, but it’s not the same. You barely see them. There is just something about being outside during the night that makes seeing them that much clearer.

You smiled as his words began to repeat in your head, suddenly a bright light shot across the sky. A shooting star! You both stopped walking to look up together at the sky.

“The Meteor Shower, wow I bet you can see this really well in Duscae”, he told you. 

“Make a wish”.

You tried to hold back your laughter but you couldn’t.

“No way, that never works, or at least it’s never worked for me”.

“You shouldn’t say that”, he said quietly. You looked at him curiously because the tone in his voice seemed somewhat disheartened. He was still looking up at the  sky, but you could feel his fingers begin to brush against your hand. Before curling his fingers loosely around yours.

“Because (y/name), sometimes they come true”. Finally he looked down at you with a shy smile. “Is this okay?”

You stood in shock just staring at his hand intertwined with yours, but you eventually have a shy returning smile. A childish grin began formed on his face as he turned to face you.

“Told ya”, he stated. “Wishes do come true”. Tightening his hand slightly around yours he starts to take the lead. “Let me walk you home now though, your hands are like ice”.

You giggled and acknowledged with a nod, because honestly you were really cold. As you both started walking again, holding hands. When you were close to your home, you stopped to say goodbye and part ways for the night.

“So when can we do this again Noct?”

Just then, another shooting star flew across the sky and you both looked up to catch a glimpse of it.

Noctis’s face lit up as he gave you a smile. “Oh, so you are encouraging me to sneak out huh?”

“Yes” you said quickly, attempting to give your best puppy dog eyes.

“The meteor shower peaks in a few days, I guess it would be nice seeing it with you”, he shrugged.  

You laughed, moving slightly closer to him as you nodded your head. “All right”.

He gave you a soft push against your arm, “I’ll even bring an extra pair of gloves for you. Since I have a feeling you’re going to forget them again.” 

You push him back in response, making him laugh.

“Well, goodnight I’ll see you at school tomorrow.” You said as you turned towards your house.

Noctis’s hand stopped you, tugging slightly on your sleeve. You looked at his hand, then up to his eyes. Eyes you never thought Noctis would give you, eyes that were passionate and tender. You walked towards him as you felt his hand begin to move to your lower back to pull you in closer to him.

Closing your eyes you’re rested your body against his as he kissed you. His kiss was gentle, gentler than you thought he would be. After some time you both leaned back to catch your breath.

“Goodnight (y/name).” He said and he backed away slowly from you.

You turned around once more as you gave him a farewell wave.  

Relieved to see that the screen was ajar just enough for you to go back inside you quickly maneuvered your way back into your home. Closing the latch, making sure no one would notice you had left. Halfway up the stairs your phone began to ring. Fearing you father would hear it you tried to muffle it in your jacket as you quietly sprinted to your room. Once inside you closed your door behind you and quickly put the phone to silent as it sill rang. Waiting by the door you listened to hear if you woke the house, but you were in the clear. Pulling out your phone you looked at the screen seeing you now have  a missed call but a text message from Noctis.

“Did you make it inside okay?”

You let out a small huff as you walked towards you bed to lay down. “Kind of”.

“What? You got caught?”

“Not yet. I think I might of pulled a muscle while attempting to run back into my room though”.

“Wow. You’re such a nerd”.

Mouth agape you had to hold in your laughter. “Shut Up!”

“Haha, its okay. At least you’re my nerd.”

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[handsingsweapon]

25 with Victor, and the Yuuri coming to rescue him EEEEP

(this one’s a little darker and not as silly as some of the others so i’m putting it under a cut just in case. this took an interview with the vampire angle even though i think anne rice has turned into Not A Great Person. also it got a little bit away from me ughhhh sorry)

The character (one or more others are optional as well) has been kidnapped and locked in a cellar, trying to find the means of escape.

Present-Day, California. A vintage magenta convertible shifts into high gear as it winds up the twists and bends of highway one. On its left, the Pacific Ocean stretches out, endless in the dark except for the light of a lone, bright moon. “It was 1961,” says Viktor Nikiforov to the scowling blond fledgling in his passenger seat. “1961 in Paris. I was on my first world tour, the first time I’d ever been out of Leningrad.”

“I don’t know why the fuck you think I’m interested in this, old man.”

Viktor remembers what it was like to be young, once.

1961, Paris. It’s taken some work, but Viktor has managed to escape his handler at the post-premiere party to earn a moment alone in on a balcony for some fresh air. He is tired of smiling while someone translates compliments, tired of the feeling that his translator isn’t really conveying his own words. On the first stop, in Vienna, he’d attempted to entertain himself by giving the translator a hard time. Tell Herr Weber that I found his opinion on the Tchaikovsky uninformed and that he has a remarkably unsightly nose is precisely the sort of thing which later earns him a lecture from Comrade Yakov Feltsman. Bear in mind what you represent, Nikiforov, snaps the old man, who acts like a bear and ought to be the sort of person Viktor hates, except for the way he really does have Viktor’s best interests at heart. 

Viktor is very tired of being a symbol, of being made to pretend that the austerity and severity of his home is a legitimate counter-argument for the subtle romance and glow of Paris. He’s Viktor Nikiforov, the glorious orphan piano prodigy, and he’s traveling the world in a series of concerts, a success story to be paraded by the Soviet state. It’s a carefully crafted tale and it’s discordant against his real memories of the orphanage, of the way his life would have perhaps gone very differently if it wasn’t for the kindness of one of the cafeteria workers, willing to unlock so that young Viktor might tinker at an old, out-of-tune piano.

“You play beautifully,” says a young, quiet man, leaning against the railing in the farthest corner of the overhang, where the light hits him the least. Viktor can’t see his face, but the Russian he speaks is heavily accented and just a little bit anachronistic, somehow, in a way Viktor can’t place. 

Still, he’s unspeakably glad to have this chance to speak for himself, in his own tongue, and Viktor ponders what to say while the stranger turns around, elbows on the stone. He’s – well, he’s foreign, which is strange enough. Every scenario Viktor can come up with for encountering an Asian man who speaks his tongue on a balcony in Paris has something to do with Siberia and still doesn’t resolve the mystery of how he got from there to here. Someday they’ll laugh together about the hypotheses of the first night, how truth is stranger than fiction. “… some might say with too much sadness.”

“Shame. I thought I gave the Rachmaninoff a fair amount of spirit.”

“I meant the Scriabin,” says the stranger, noting Viktor’s strange choice of encore this evening.

“Ah. That.” Viktor feels inspected and so he lets himself inspect, in turn, a habit he usually keeps in check because it’s safer. The other man has tousled black hair and an unassuming, gentle air, soft, slightly-curled lips. Deux Poèmes is quiet in its opening, the way this man is, and tumultuous in its finale, the way Viktor feels. It’s the least famous of the works Viktor has in his repertoire for this trip. “… Not sadness,” he corrects. The light filtering over from the windows makes the stranger’s face gentle and delicate, and Viktor catches himself wondering if it might feel as soft as it looks against his hand, which is as dangerous as every kiss he ever stole in empty classrooms at conservatory, and the one time he went to his knees for Sergei and pretended to ignore the judgmental, stern eyes of Comrade Stalin in his portrait at the front of the classroom. 

It’s been a very, very long time since he’s indulged these kinds of fantasies. Attracted to other men is not something that fits into his state-approved biography. Tired of making himself fit into the box, Viktor steps closer. “Longing, perhaps.”

“Longing,” the other man repeats, thoughtfully and cautiously. Viktor gathers it’s the first time he’s used the word, which makes sense. There’s a limited amount of language between them; just enough to converse, and not enough to commune. “It means … like want, yes?”

“Vitya!” He hears Feltsman shout. It’s not enough to distract him from the beautiful, charcoal dark of the other man’s eyes; the way the light plays in them, he’s sure he sees embers. 

“Do you play, Mr …?”

“Yuuri,” says the man alone on the balcony, which must be his name. Then he smiles just slightly. “Only the cello,” he adds, and the vision of him curled around the instrument producing something beautiful is almost enough to make Viktor throw off his responsibilities. 

Yakov interrupts them both on the balcony, flashing a curt nod as he reminds Viktor that there are still a few hands he has left to shake. 

“There’s a grand piano in the dining room of La Clef Tour Eiffel,” he says, because he wants. Because in just one more day he will leave this place and he wants to carve out something to take with him that is just his, something other than the luxurious room he’s nonetheless sharing with Feltsman. “I could play a duet after-hours.”

Yuuri inclines his head as Yakov pulls him away. “I’m willing to overlook your minor dalliances,” the old man mutters, “but have some sense of discretion.”

Viktor can’t think of anything more discrete than fucking a man he’ll never see again, no matter how much he might like to. Still, he’s being ferried back into high-society and by the time he turns to meet the next high-ranking diplomat, his heart-shaped smile is already firmly back in place.

Yuuri does not show up at La Clef before its restaurant closes, and Viktor lies awake for a long time, counting Comrade Feltsman’s snores, before he even thinks to wander back downstairs. 

He hears the sound of a cello tuning up from behind closed doors and slips back inside. “I thought you weren’t going to make it,” he admits. Yuuri’s bent over a beautiful, mahogany-red cello, a vintage instrument that Viktor bets is worth a fortune. Another surprise. 

“… I wouldn’t have missed it,” Yuuri murmurs back, flashing a shy smile, which is when Viktor realizes they’re already well into the first movement of a duet that began on the balcony. 

He steps up to the stage to play.

1961, London. Viktor wakes up with a hunger he can’t place or name, dry-mouthed and restless. His body feels foreign to him, like he’s re-learning it, observing it from the outside: he’s uncomfortable, has the feeling he gets when he’s slept on a bed that’s too hard, and yet he also feels that at any moment he’s going to burst out of his own skin.

There’s a smell in the air. Viktor knows sallow isn’t a smell but he thinks it nonetheless, squints and then sucks in a breath. It’s always been in Viktor’s nature to glide past fear; in his heart, he’s a daredevil, always trying something new. 

This is the kind of circumstance that makes him realize he’s always underestimated actual terror, it leaves him reeling without ever being hit. 

He’s in a concrete room with a single door. 

There’s a suspicious-looking stain on the wall.

He has no idea how he got here.

1961, London. He tries to reconstruct how he got to this place. He remembers another celebrated performance, this time at the Royal Albert, recalls stepping outside his hotel for a cigarette and then – nothing. Time passes in a way Viktor nearly can’t measure, except that the bruise on the inside of his thigh has faded. He regrets that nearly as much as he regrets his current circumstances, because it’s the exact place where Yuuri, bracketed between his knees on the other side of the piano bench, bit down to hold Viktor right on the edge of ecstasy. 

When he arrived in London it had been three days since Paris. It’s silly to fancy himself in love with a stranger after a single round of improvisation, after watching Yuuri curled over his instrument with precision and care. Silly to keep fantasizing about Yuuri’s body bent over the piano, silly to keep drumming back memories of the most intense collision Viktor’s ever had with another human. 

It certainly doesn’t matter here. Here the only increment that matters is the way his hunger and thirst keeps growing in a way well beyond his previous understanding of either of those two words. Viktor assumes it means a lot of time has past; Yakov is going to assume he’s deserted, and then what? 

Not that it matters in a place like this. This room is apolitical, purpose-built. 

It’s meant to hold people.

He’s tried the door at least three different times; he’s shouted for help; he’s made countless numbers of laps. Finally the door opens and Viktor surges for it, coming face to face with a pale woman with a severe bob and glittering blue eyes. Viktor has approximately one million questions and all of them come tumbling out of his mouth at once: Where am I? Who are you? What is going on? 

The backhand she hits him with is far stronger than it should be, and Viktor reels backwards, catches himself in his shock, and runs forward again.

She bests him four more times, as though she’s dispatching a child, and by the time she’s thrown him into the opposite wall he thinks he smells blood. 

He has never felt so inconsequential.

Viktor wipes at his cheek and comes away with a streak of red on his palm. Suddenly everything smells like iron, and his jaw hurts, his teeth ache, and out of the thousand things about his circumstances that are currently beyond comprehension one single fact coalesces:

Hunger, and the dryness of his own throat.

“Lick it,” she says, and Viktor’s bent over his own hand, almost intuitively ready to obey the order before he wrestles any semblance of an original thought back out of his own brain.

No. Whatever this woman is, she represents something he does not want to just give himself over to. 

Viktor clenches his fist, though the effort to do so makes him physically shake. He feels like he might vomit as he stares back at her. His first three attempts to speak fail. Then, finally, he swallows. “No.”

“Suit yourself,” she says, and the door closes behind her. Viktor rushes up to it, beats into the metal until his palms feel bruised, until there’s an indent in the shape of his knuckles, and then throws his weight against it. Later he will be horrified about what use he’s made of his hands; he’s a pianist, and his nimble fingers have always been tools of art, not violence. He hears voices, muffled, from what must be beyond, picking out patches of conversation, things like Eros and took an interest and are you sure?

Let Eros come, he hears a louder voice, masculine, assured. I’m not afraid of him.

Viktor tries to stay awake and fails: this implacable hunger’s made him lightheaded, and then helplessness, fury, and terror do the rest.

He dreams of a man he met in Paris, someone who rained kisses down his throat, and he does not want to wake up. Inevitably, it happens, and when it does he immediately recognizes another person in the opposite corner, curled into himself. Viktor feels more and more outside of himself as he’s drawn closer. Pulled by invisible threads is a turn of phrase that always sounds so lovely, but here he understands the fates are cruel, feels the barbs at the end of every string sunk into him.

Feast, says the new thing in his body, and for the life of him Viktor can’t understand this new instinct to look on someone else, another person, and think about food. 

Worse, as he creeps closer, recognition strikes him: not like an arrow, this time. Like a semi-truck.

“Yuuri,” he breathes, already heartbroken, because whatever this place is and whatever Viktor did to deserve being here, he can’t imagine that Yuuri, who plays almost as though he makes music, possibly deserves it. 

How are you here. How is this possible –

Whoever is here has it out for musicians in a way Viktor does not understand.

His instinct to touch Yuuri wars with a foreign instinct that wants to destroy him, and Viktor settles for checking his vitals. Yuuri’s pulse is hard to find and slow, and that’s enough to make Viktor decide to try to wake him up. When Yuuri’s lashes flutter, Viktor backs up, settles far away.

He doesn’t trust himself.

“Viktor?”

“Yuuri.”

“Where are we?”

“I don’t know. It isn’t safe here. You aren’t safe.” His hearing’s getting more sensitive, driven by the isolation of this place, perhaps. He hears resisting the change in a conversation behind the door, and starving, which is a very good word for how Viktor feels, followed by the other one won’t last long. 

“Are you okay?” Yuuri asks, strangely insistent. “Have they hurt you? Viktor, are you … have you –?”

The question is cut off by the scrape of the door opening again. It’s the woman again, and she eyes Viktor and Yuuri with critical, cold eyes. “Still alive,” she murmurs with a disapproving tut. Viktor drags himself to his feet and bares his teeth; Yuuri shrinks back on himself, frightened. “This is taking far too long,” she grunts, and moves to Yuuri, picking him up against his own protests. Viktor rears forward for a fight, and then fine, sharp fingernails rip into Yuuri’s throat and he promptly loses himself.

He is a machine; he is a mouth. 

The entire world is made of meat.

It’s okay, something soothes the beast. Drink.

He drinks because it’s what his purpose is now. Whatever comes rushing down Viktor’s throat is the ambrosia of the gods; one taste and he’s ruined for anything else. He feels the path it burns into his stomach and then into his bloodstream, sways for a moment as something in him goes to war against whatever it is he’s just swallowed.

This is not how I wanted this to happen, he hears, Yuuri’s voice in his own head, and as Viktor staggers back he watches yet another impossible thing: sees the fine wounds on Yuuri’s throat closing themselves, sees him straightening his posture and turning red, wildfire eyes on the woman who’s been the source of his torment.

The cellist moves with preternatural, deadly grace, and holds the woman against the wall by her throat with just one hand. He growls something in English that Viktor can’t understand, but it’s spoken with a flash of fangs and narrowed, garnet eyes. “Call him,” Yuuri repeats, this time in Russian. Only for Viktor’s benefit. “Call him right now.”

The whole world is tilting; everything is over-saturated and his senses are flooded with the smell of blood. Viktor sags against the far wall just as a man’s face comes into stark relief in the doorway. 

“Jean-Jacques.” It’s a French name. It belongs to someone big and muscular and strong, but he visibly flinches when hit with the cold force of Yuuri’s ruby-eyed gaze. Viktor watches as that stare alone forces the other man to his knees, watches the way Yuuri’s fingernails grow and sharpen as they prick the woman’s skin. 

“Interfere in my affairs again and I will send everything you’ve ever loved back to you in pieces,” Yuuri says. He says it in French, this time; Viktor doesn’t understand now, but he will later, when Yuuri retells the story.

Viktor faints, too, and so he also misses the part where Yuuri carries him out of this hellhole. It marks the first two times Yuuri carries him over any threshold; once, leaving this hellhole, and then once again to enter one of the London havens. 

He sleeps in fits. “I’m so sorry,” he thinks he hears Yuuri whisper. They won’t talk about it for another night, after Yuuri’s explained everything, after he’s wiped away Viktor’s tears. “It’s my fault. I was selfish. It’s just one night, I said, One night and then I’ll let him go.”

Viktor is silent for a very long time. 

“Please say something,” Yuuri begs him, far too earnest and entirely too mortal for a 400-year-old vampire. My sire, Minako-sensei, she’s a daywalker, and so many have tried to pry the secret out of our clan. “… I didn’t think anyone would come after you. I never would have – I should have left you alone –” 

“You’re stuck with me now,” Viktor croaks, from the depths of his shock. How long ago has it been since he excused himself on the train with Comrade Yakov, ducking into the bathroom just to catch his breath and shed a tear about one night of passion, left behind in Paris. “You don’t get to leave me alone now, … Eros.”

“European nonsense,” Yuuri grumbles, with a shy smile that belies his age, or, as Viktor will learn later, his status. “I’m Yuuri,” he says, pointedly. “And you’re Viktor.”

Present-Day, California. “I don’t get it,” says Yuri Plisetsky, who is somehow wearing a pair of Viktor’s designer sunglasses at night. He’s all bad fashion and bad attitude, wrapped up in a beat up leather jacket and jeans that probably came with the holes in the knees. “So you’re in love with the guy who finished your shitty kidnapping change, so what?” He says the words in love with deep disapproving and deep defensiveness. Viktor can certainly understand: like him, Yuri’s been dragged into this world of night and blood unwillingly and apparently by accident. “Doesn’t explain why you’d come help me.”

“I was seven years old in Leningrad when an old man caught me trying to play on the school piano, at the place where he worked …” Viktor murmurs. “If he hadn’t taken an interest, I wouldn’t have had that brief, spectacular career. Wouldn’t have been in Paris. Wouldn’t have been in London. After I acclimated I … I kept an eye on him from a distance. Moved to Moscow and then emigrated after the wall fell with his wife and his son. Guess he wanted a better future, something different than the cafeteria shift at a school full of war orphans …”

Viktor turns off the highway; nestled on a hill is the west coast haven, where love waits. 

“His name was Nikolai Plisetsky, and he showed a lonely boy a kindness that changed his life irrevocably,” Viktor hums to this new vampire orphan he and Yuuri are going to wind up training. Yuuri has already trained him; now it’s Viktor’s turn to pay that accountability forward. Yuri is the result of an accidental change and he’ll never be a daywalker but Viktor’s learned not to question these little threads of fate. “… I think, perhaps, you knew him?”

world/story notes:

yuuri:

a vampire elder with extremely potent lineage

embraced by minako (his clan’s founder) in the early part of the tokugawa shogunate

vampires in this clan can learn to master magic that lets them spend some of their time in daylight; they are much more camouflaged than the other clans and much more adept at pretending to be mortal

known as “eros” by the european vampire clans for reasons yuuri can’t even pretend to comprehend 

“have you seen yourself, yuuri. really.” - phichit chulanont, because almost everyone’s a vampire in this fic

tidbit: he studied the cello and learned russian from lilia baranovskaya, before the russian revolution. in this world she’s not yakov’s wife; she’s a noblewoman who can’t be a performer due to her status, and she loses everything when lenin takes over

a katsudon-fatale in the fatal, fatal sense when handed a katana 

promptly teaches viktor how not to kill people unless they are other vampires who are breaking The Rules, along with japanese, english, french, and, frankly, some other things that viktor thinks are best left behind bedroom doors

viktor:

orphan; parents died in WWII

prodigy pianist

not pictured in the fic: yuuri arranging for yakov to defect and creating a rumor that viktor’s also defected / disappeared, so that everyone’s favorite grump doesn’t get killed when viktor disappears in the middle of his tour

kidnapped in london by jj/isabella after they hear a rumor that eros took an interest in him in paris

they’re not exactly evil (because i try not to make yoi characters villains), just in a different clan and very different circumstances that make them more desperate than yuuri is

they initiate the process that will turn him into a vampire, hoping that it’ll give them leverage over yuuri and by extension minako

yuuri’s blood is significantly stronger, so his is the stuff that actually takes

viktor hears that yuri gets accidentally changed in LA and drives down to collect him personally because he’s never forgotten yuri’s grandfather showing him kindness