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waitimcomingtoo · 4 years ago

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Pairing: Shy!Peter Parker x Reader

Request by @satanswitchings : reader asks a very shy Peter to help her with her math homework. They become close, but Peters feelings get hurt when reader won’t admit they’re friends in school

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“Hey, wait up.”

Peter stopped in his tracks when he heard your voice from behind him in the hallway. He turned around slowly just as you caught up to him. You gave him your million dollar smile and ran your fingers through your hair, knowing exactly what you were doing.

“It’s Peter, right?” You asked, but you knew the answer. He’d sat in front of you in math half the year and though he never raised his Ahmed or participated in class, he aced every test. The same, however, could not be said for you.

Peter gulped and nodded rapidly, not trusting his voice enough to speak.

“Cool.” You smiled. “So, I have no idea what we just learned. I paid attention and took notes but it still doesn’t make sense to me. I um, I saw you got a 100 on the test. Are you good at math?”

It took Peter a minute to process what you had even said. He was focusing so hard on listening that he didn’t listen at all. He blinked a few times and forced himself to nod, internally kicking himself for being too shy to speak.

“Well, I’m not. Like, at all.” You sighed and shifted your books in your arms. Peter’s eyes clocked the math test on top of your notebook with a failing grade. “I was wondering if you could help me out with the homework? Logarithms for right over my head.”

Peter made sure to listen this time and wordlessly took off his backpack. He went into his red math folder, because math is red, and handing you his completed homework. Your eyes widened in surprise at how easy it was to get it as you looked over the sheet.

“Oh, thanks. I’ll see you-“ You looked up to thank him but he was already gone.

“-later. What a little weirdo.” You chuckled to yourself and put his homework in your folder.

“Who was that?” Your friend Gwen came up to you to ask as she squinted her eyes in Peters direction.

“I don’t know. Some boy in my math class.” You lied. “He gave me his homework though.”

“Nice. I love getting nerds to help me.” She nudged you teasingly with her elbow.

“You’re such a bitch. I love it.” You teased her back as you walked to your next class.

You were walking by the library the next morning when you spotted Peter inside, sitting alone at a table. You went in and took the seat across from him, chuckling a little as he slowly looked up at you in disbelief. A blush spread from the bridge of his nose all the way down his neck as you smiled at him.

“Hey. Thanks for letting me copy it.” You greeted him as you gave him back his math work.

“N-no problem.” He stammered, not looking at you as he put in back in his folder.

“Ahh. So you do speak.” You commented, pleasantly surprised to hear his voice for the first time. He gave you a weak smile and quickly looked away, eyes going back to his Spanish homework. You noticed what he was doing and furrowed your eyebrows. His homework was barely done and it was due later that day. You knew because you were in the same class and breezed through it the night before.

“Is that for Señor Kuhn’s class?” You nodded towards his paper. He looked at you quickly and nodded as he toyed with the cap of his pen.

“You know it’s due today, right?” You asked just to make sure he knew.

“Spanish isn’t my speciality.” He said softly as he brushed some hair out of his eyes.

“Really?” You wondered. “I thought everything was your specialty.”

You knew Peter was a smart kid, some might even call him one of the schools nerds. It surprised you to hear he also struggled with schoolwork.

“I, um, can’t really figure things out without an equation.” He was barely audible but you still heard him. He was painfully shy, and that made him all the more endearing to you.

“Well, Spanish is kinda like an equation.” You told him. “You add the subject to the verb to get the conjugate. Like, this is your homework and you didn’t do it. No hiciste la tarea. I did do the homework. Hice la tarea. Does that make sense?”

“Yeah.” He smiled a little. “Kinda.”

“Here.” You took out your Spanish homework and handed it to him. “You can copy mine. I owe you one for the math homework.”

“Thanks.” He didn’t look at you as he accepted the paper, but his tone told you he was grateful.

“You can look at me, you know.” You chuckled. “You won’t turn to stone or anything.”

Peter’s face flamed red again as you acknowledged his shyness. As much as he wanted to talk to you, he didn’t know how. The words came to mind but died in his throat, leaving him speechless.

“You don’t talk much, do you?” You asked softly, but not meanly. Peter shook his head as he slowly looked at you, a sheepish look on his face.

“Not really.” He mumbled.

“Thats okay.” You shrugged. Talkings overrated. I’ll, uh, I’ll see you around?”

Peter nodded eagerly at you as you stood up from the chair. You waved at him, and he weakly waved back. As soon as you were out of sight, he banged his head on the desk a few times out of embarrassment. The girl he’s been crushing on since third grade had finally noticed him and he couldn’t hold it together long enough to speak to her. He picked his head up and sighed, eyes flickering over to your Spanish homework. He smiled a little at your unmistakable handwriting before picking up the paper and copying the answers down.

This was the first of my many homework trade offs. He’d give you the math homework and you’d give him the Spanish, an arrangement that benefited the both of you.

“Peter.” You came up to him the following week. “Did you happen to do the math homework last night? I got up to number 7 and my mind shut down. It was totally lost on me.”

Peter silently handed it to you, already having it ready since he knew he’d run into you between classes.

“Thank you so much.” You sighed in relief. “I have the spanish, if you need it.”

“Thanks.” Peter mumbled as he took the Spanish from you. “Bye.”

“Bye.” You called after him, but he had already run away.

He came to your locker the next morning with the math homework in his hand, wordlessly holding it out to you.

“Oh my God, thanks.” You took it and slipped it into your folder. “Stay here, I’ll get the Spanish.”

Peter stood there in silence as you began to rummage through your locker. He peered inside, smiling to himself at all the pictures of you and your many friends you had hanging up. Your lives couldn’t be more different, but this single thread tied you together.

“Are you on the Decathlon team?” You asked suddenly as you took out your Spanish folder. Peters face flushed as he nodded, too shy to speak. You got the homework out but didn’t give it to him just yet, knowing he’d run away once you did.

“Is it fun?” You asked. “I almost signed up freshman year until I found out you have to take a bus all the way to Washington DC every year. I get crazy motion sickness.”

“It’s fun. I- I like it.” He stammered, surprised at you making small talk with him. Though you’d never admit it to your friends, you liked Peter. You liked him a lot, in fact. He was far better than the jocks you had pinning after you. You appreciated his help with homework, but you wanted more from him. Despite his obvious shyness, you were determined to get a conversation out of him.

“That’s cool. Do you do any other clubs?” You kept the conversation going just to keep him there.

“Marching band and robotics.” He told you, speaking a little louder now.

“Wow. So you’re like a total nerd, huh?” You joked as you shut your locker. Peter opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. His ears turned pink as he struggled to talk to you.

“Relax. I’m just teasing.” You assured him as you squeezed his arm. “I think robotics are cool. Have you built one yet?”

“I’ve built a few.” He nodded. “It’s probably not the kind of robots you’re thinking of, though. It’s mostly machines that can complete basic tasks.”

“That’s the most I’ve ever heard you speak at once.” You smiled happily. “Here’s the Spanish.”

“Thank you.” He mumbled through a smile as he took it. “Uh, I’ll see you later. Bye.”

And with that, Peter bolted away without another word. You laughed to yourself at his odd behavior before one of your friends came up to you.

“Hey girl.” She greeted. “Who was that?”

“No one.” You lied again, wondering briefly why you even did it. “Let’s go to homeroom.”

In a slight change of events, Peter was the one to approach you the following week. He spotted you in the library and had every intention of minding his own business when he realized you were crying. He couldn’t be totally sure because you had your hands over your face, but your body language told him you were very upset. He took a deep breath and smacked himself on the cheek before walking up to your table.

“Hey.” He said softly, startling you a little as you looked up. You quickly wiped your face free of tears and gave a weak smile, gesturing for him to sit down.

“Hi.” You nodded, averting your eyes so he couldn’t tell how glassy they were.

“You okay?” He asked as he slid a packet of tissues towards you. You laughed sadly as you accepted the packet, quickly taking one out to dry your eyes.

“This is so embarrassing.” You sniffled. “I cannot understand this math for the life of me. You know I got a 67 on the last test? I’m gonna fail this class.”

“You won’t fail.” Peter assured you. “You just need to practice.”

“I try to but I get frustrated when I can’t understand the problem and then I stop. How is it so easy for you?” You asked desperately.

“The same way Spanish is easy for you.” He said. “Different people have different skills.”

“But math is a basic skill that we learned when we were five. The teacher told me if I fail one more test, I’m gonna go to summer school. I’m so stupid.” Yoh began to cry again, turning your face so he wouldn’t see. Peter felt a strong urge to walk away due to his inter hatred of awkward situations, but he felt a stronger urge to comfort you. He got out of his seat and took the one beside you instead, placing a gentle hand over yours. You turned your head sharply in his direction at the unexpected contact, eyes flickering from your hands to his face.

“You’re not stupid.” He said at the loudest you ever heard him.

“Then why can’t I get this?” You whispered.

“Um, I…I don’t…” Peter struggled to find the words to say to make you feel better. He frowned and shook his head, cursing himself for being shy.

“It’s okay, Peter.” You said suddenly. “I shouldn’t even be talking to you about this. I’m sure you have your own things to deal with, you don’t need me to burden you with mine.”

“You’re not being a burden.” He found the words this time. “Doing the homework is what helps me remember how to solve the equations. Since you’re just copying my work, you’re not getting the extra practice.”

“You’re probably right. Actually, I bet you’re exactly right.” You sighed as you looked down at the math you’d been trying to figure out for the last hour. You chewed your bottom lip as you through about what he said and came up with a solution.

“Could I get your number?” You asked him. “Maybe it’ll help me if you explain the homework to me instead of just giving me the answers.”

“Oh, sure.” Peter gulped nervously as he took out his phone, handing it to you with shaking hands. You typed your number into it, smirking at his Lock Screen, a picture of him and Mr. Stark.

“Cute background.” You mumbled as you handed his phone back. “You can put your number into mine as well. I have a feeling you’re not one for texting first.”

“That’s, um, that’s true.” He laughed shyly as he put his number in your phone. “You may be struggling with math, but you’re excellent at reading people.”

“I do my best.” You shrugged. “I’ll talk to you later, Peter.”

Just as you promised, a text from you appeared on Peters screen later that evening.

“Hey Peter. It’s Y/n.”

Peter gulped nervously and picked up his phone, thumbs dancing over his keyboard as he thought of a response.

“Hi. Need help with math?” He texted back.

“Eager to get started I see. We could talk first, you know.” You teased him, hoping he would get your sarcasm through the text.

“About what?” He asked, having literally no idea what a girl like you would possibly want to talk about with a boy like him.

“Idk. Our days, the weather, the fictional character from our childhood that we projected on. Whatever you want to talk about.” You sent, making him laugh.

“I have nothing to say.” He wrote back. He knew it sounded lame, but he was being honest.

“Then I’ll start. What’s your favorite fruit?” You texted. The random quetsion made him chuckled as he rolled over and hugged his pillow.

“Strawberries.” He answered back.

“This is the part where you ask me what my favorite fruit is. That’s how a conversation works.” You wrote, poking fun at him once again.

“I’m not good at conversations.” He reminded you, a cheeky smile on his face.

“So I see. Come on, Peter. Let me pick that pretty little brain of yours.”

Peter rubbed his face as he grinned, blushing over you once again.

“I already told you I like strawberries. Idk what else I can say. That’s basically my whole personality right there.” He texted you, letting a little bit of his personally shine through.

“Hark! 😳Is that a sense of humor? You’re three dimensional after all” You wrote back.

“I have a glimmer of a personality every now and then” He laughed as his own joke as he texted you.

“I’m shocked. I thought you were just the token cute but shy background character that gets his arc in the third season” You sent. Peter let out a shaky breath when he read that you called him cute. If he didn’t know any better, he’d think you were flirting.

“Oh I’m much more. I only think about the way I said “here” during attendance for HALF the day now. Used to be much longer 😏”

You laughed out loud when you read his text, loving that he was finally showing you his personality.

“Say less 🙈😍” You texted back.

“Sometimes I hold eye contact when I’m really feeling wild” He wrote you.

“BABY stop you’re turning me on”

“One time I coughed in class instead of holding it in even though I already coughed a few minutes before” Peter was feeling much more comfortable with you now, your reaction to his texts giving him the confidence to go on.

“You’re such a bad boy 🥵 Do you ever ask to go to the bathroom during class?”

“Never 😉” He sent, making you giggle.

“That’s so hot 🥴” You texted him, imagining the blush it would put on his face.

“I’m glad you think so. I’m just a little 👉👈”

You sat up in bed and laughed loudly, falling in love with him with every text. It’s always the people you don’t expect who make you smile the most.

“BAHHAA I cannot believe you. You should talk more!! You’re actually really funny” You texted him, hoping he would listen. If he had been this open in school, you would’ve noticed him years ago.

“You mean I’m not just a pretty face? 😔🥺” He stole your joke from before. It was a minute before you answered, his heart pounding as he waited.

“You’re that too” You finally said, making him smile.

“Don’t get used to this.” He told you. “It’s a lot easier to talk over text. It may be months before I make eye contact with you”

“Well lucky for you I’m a patient person”

“Are you ready to do the math now?” He asked, feeling his social better beginning to drain.

“Yes I’ve gotten my Peter fill. Can we FaceTime?” You asked and his heart skipped a beat. Not knowing what to say, he turned to humor.

“Sure but I’ll only show my ceiling and barely speak 🥰” He wrote. You let out a breathy laugh and shook your head at his antics.

“That’s okay.” You sent. “I’m calling you now”

Peter sat up in bed and swiped his hands through his hair to tame it before your contact lit up on his screen. He took a deep breath before clicking the answer button.

“Hey. What are you doing?” Your smile appeared on his screen. Your phone was propped up against something as you sat at your desk, homework all out in front of you. A smile tugged at Peter’s lips as he saw a glimpse into your room, and you think thinking the exact same thing. Your walls were full of pictures of friends and his were full of decathlon posters. They were different, but different was okay.

“I’m just laying in bed.” Peter told you. Only his eyes could be seen from his camera and as promised, you were looking at his ceiling.

“Aw. Without me?” You teased and shot him a wink. Peter’s face flamed red before he disappeared from your screen all together. You let out a laugh at the surprised squeak he made as he struggled to find words to say.

“Wait, come back.” You chuckled. “It’s so fun to flirt with you because of how red you get but I genuinely fear you’re gonna have a heart attack. Does your family have a history of heart problems?”

“No.” He answered your joke question seriously.

“Okay.” You nodded in satisfaction. “Then you looked really cute today.”

Peter’s face left the screen again but you heard him let out a flustered laugh, which made you laugh as well.

“Let me see your face.” You whined as you leaned your cheek on your hand.

“No.” Peter laughed. “Open your textbook to page 56. There’s a good practice test I want you to do.”

“Okay, I see it.” You found the page and looked over the question. “How do you do number one?”

Your face timing sessions became a nightly routine as you tutored each other in your respective subjects. Peter eventually worked up the courage to ask you to come over to study for midterms, which you gladly accepted. Even after you got an 81 on the midterm, you continued to go to his house twice a week for studying. Two months later, he had become one of your best friends, even if he was still a little shy around you.

“I think of it as BAE.” Peter explained, lying on his stomach beside you on his bed. “Base, answer, exponent. Do you want to try this one?”

“Okay.” You nodded and took the pencil from him. “The base is 2. The answer is 8. And the exponent is 3?”

“That’s right.” Peter smiled but didn’t look at you. “You got it.”

“Finally.” You sighed in relief. “Do you think I’ll be ready for the test on Friday?”

“I think so.” He nodded as he wrote down another problem.

“I think so?” I need to hear your confidence, Peter.” You urged as you nudged him with your elbow.

“Fine.” He spoke up. “You’re going to ace this test, I know it. You are going to ace this test because you are smart and capable and I’m so proud of you.”

A shocked smile lit up your face at Peter’s words of encouragement.

“Wow. That was almost a normal volume. I’m impressed.” You remarked.

“Shut up.” He mumbled through a laugh as he went back to his equation.

“Sorry. I’m just teasing.” You assured him. “You can speak at whatever volume you want.”

Peter looked up from his notebook and smiled softly at you, holding your gaze for a moment before returning to his work.

“Hey.” You smiled in realization.

“What?” He wondered.

“You looked at me.”

“I always look at you.”

“Yeah, but you held eye contact with me.” You gushed. “You don’t normally do that.”

“I guess I’m getting more comfortable around you.” He shrugged bashfully as he averted his eyes. You knew he was getting overwhelmed, so you didn’t push the subject. It still meant the world to you, though, as he was finally coming out of his shell.

“Good.” You mumbled. “Good, I’m glad.”

Peter looked at you again with a shy smile, and you looked back. As you stared at each other, you saw his eyes drop to your lips before returning to your eyes. You picked up his signal and leaned in a little, but he quickly looked down and away. You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth and cleared your throat to hide your disappointment from him.

“Um, so do you want to start Spanish?” You suggested, not wanting to spend another minute in that moment.

“Y-yeah.” He stammered. “Let’s start Spanish.”

You walked into school the next day with a heavy heart after Peter rejected you. Being in the popular crowd, you were usually the one doing the rejecting. You had always assumed Peter wasn’t making the first move because he was shy, but now you knew it was because he didn’t feel the same. Your friends were already waiting for you at your locker, so you painted on a smile and let it go.

Peter spotted you at your locker and could immediately tell something was off. He knew you well enough to know when your smile was forced and he was a sneaking suspicion that he was the reason why. He hadn’t meant to dodge your kiss the night before. He wasn’t even entirely sure you were leaning in for one, which is why he short circuited and pulled away. He’d been beating himself up over it but had an idea of how to make it right. You were always encouraging him to be bolder in school, and he couldn’t think of anything bolder than walking up to you while you were with the popular kids. Before he could lose his nerve, he walked up to you and cleared his throat.

“Hi, Y/n.” He said a little louder than he was used to, surprising the both of you.

“Uh, hi Peter.” You looked at him briefly and quickly looked back at your friends. You couldn’t hear what they were saying anymore because of the range of emotions you were going through. You were frankly a little pissed at Peter for pulling away from the kiss, but you were also proud of him for having the courage to come up to you at school. That pride was currently being overshadowed by embarrassment as your friends gave you strange looks for talking to him. On any other day, you would’ve been happy to talk to him in public. But him pulling away from your kiss and then talking to you was sending you mixed signals that frustrated you to the point where you didn’t even want to speak to him.

“Um, do you think we could meet an hour later that usual today?” He asked sheepishly. “I have a feeling band practice is gonna run late.”

Your friends looked at you in amusement and one of them made kissy faces in your direction. Your face heated up in embarrassment and you decided you needed to get rid of Peter as quickly as possible.

“Sure. Whatever, that’s fine.” You said quickly, hoping he’d get the message and leave.

“Did have any trouble with the practice problems I gave you?” He asked and your jaw almost dropped. Your friends raised their eyebrows at you, looking for answers you didn’t want to give them.

“No.” You stated bitterly.

“Practice problems?” Gwen snickered and looked at you questioningly.

“It’s nothing.” You assured her before looking at Peter. “Is there something else you needed?”

“No.” He said, shocked by your bitter tone. “I’ll see you later.”

“Yeah.” You nodded vaguely and turned back to your conversation. Peter took that as his cue to leave and began to wonder if the way he was feeling was how he had made you feel the night before. If it was, he understood why you didn’t want to talk to him.

“What was that?” Your friend laughed tauntingly, making the rest of the group laugh as well.

“Nothing.” You dismissed quickly. “Let’s just go to class.”

Peter was already waiting for you in your room when you got home, the sight of him making you let out an angry huff.

“What was that?” You demanded with your hands on your hips.

“What?” Peter asked curiously as he looked up from him his notebook.

“This morning. You totally embarrassed me in front of my friends.” You whined.

“How did I embarrass you? All I did was talk to you.” He pointed out, hurt evident in his voice.

“Yes, and that’s how you embarrassed me.” You stated. “They don’t need to know that you and I are hanging out all the time and they certainly didn’t need to know that you’re giving me practice problems. Now they’re gonna think I’m stupid.”

“You’re not stupid for needing help.” He said quietly.

“But they don’t get that. I never wanted them to know about this, or us, or any of it.” You explained. “What you and I do in private is between us. You can’t just come up to me and act like…”

“Like we’re friends?” He finished your sentence as he stood up from your bed. Your face fell when you realized how bad it sounded. The hurt look on your best friends face, a look you put there, made your anger evaporate. You realized almost immediately that you were in the wrong and shouldn’t be scolding him.

“Peter, please don’t do this. You know I care about you. Love you, even.” You walked to him and put your hands on his shoulders. “You’re my best friend within these four walls. But when we’re at school, people expect me to be friends with girls like Gwen and boys like Flash. People like you and me don’t really hang out, you know?”

“And I expect you to be kind.” He snapped as he pushed your hands off. “Should I not do that? Are you not capable of that?”

“Why are you yelling at me?” You stepped back from him, knowing he was getting overwhelmed. “I’ve never heard you raise your voice above a mumble.”

“I’m yelling because I’m hurt.” He yelled, voice cracking at the end. “Are we even friends? Do you regard me as that much or am I just a tutor to you?”

“What are you talking about? Of course we’re friends.” You reached for him again but he pulled away.

“Well you’re being a bad one.” Peter shot back. Your face twisted in pain as he stared at you, both of your chests heaving. Peter tore his eyes away from you and went into his backpack, quickly getting out his math folder.

“Here.” He took your practice test from his folder and held it out to you. “You got them all right.”

You took the test and looked at in in disbelief, momentarily forgetting about the fight. You’d never gotten all of the questions right before. You looked up in time to see Peter leaving with his backpack.

“Where are you going?” You grabbed his arm gently to stop him.

“Home.” He told you. “You don’t need tutoring anymore so I have no reason to stay.”

“We can still hang out. You’re not just my math tutor.” You made a desperate attempt for him to stay as the weight of your actions hit you. Peter laughed darkly before looking up at you, an amused look in his eyes.

“Would you ever admit that outside this room?” He asked.

“I…”

“Then I am just your tutor.” He spat. “Goodbye.

Peter managed to avoid you the next morning, dodging you all together until math class. You knew you had to focus on the test and not your fight, but all you wanted to do was make up with him. Once the tests were over and handed in, you took your shot.

“Hey.” You whispered as you poked him with your pencil. “How do you think you did?”

Peter didn’t turn around, which you partially expected.

“I bet you did really well.” You tried again. “I actually think I did well too, thanks to you.”

Again, silence.

“Peter, please talk to me. I’m sorry about our fight.” You rubbed his shoulder kindly but he still didn’t move.

“You are my friend.” You said a little louder. “You’re my best friend. What can I do to prove that to you?

Peter was tempted to say something to you, but the bell rang before he could. He grabbed his books and hastily got out of his seat before you had a chance to to speak to him again. You grabbed your backpack and ran after him, determined to make this right.

“Excuse me, sorry.” You pushed past people to catch up to Peter. “Hey, Peter!”

When he didn’t answer, you called out again.

“Peter! Wait up.”

Still no answer, and you were starting to get frustrated.

“Hey! I’m talking to you.” You caught up to him and grabbed his hand. He looked at your hands before looking you in the eyes and dropping your hands harshly. You stood there stunned for a moment as he began to walk away until you decided you had enough.

“PETER PARKER.” You screamed, making everyone look at you. Every pair of eyes in the hallway was looking in your direction, but you were only looked at Peter.

Peter, who was about to pass away from the attention, by the way.

He looked around sheepishly as people cranes their necks to see who you were yelling at and felt his face turn redder than it ever had.

“You don’t talk much, and that’s fine.” You continued, loud enough for everyone to hear you. “I just need you to listen.”

Peter blinked a few times before nodded slowly, signaling that he would listen. You smiled in relief before digging in your backpack and pulling out your math test from earlier that day. You held it up over your head and turned in a circle so everyone could see it.

“I got an 92 on my math test last week.” You announced. “That’s the highest I’ve gotten since middle school and I couldn’t have done it without Peter tutoring me. I came to him for help with homework but I ended up with a best friend whom I love very dearly.” You were only looking at him now. “I will admit that behind closed doors and I will admit that here. But I also have to admit that I have not been a good friend and for that I am truly sorry.”

Peter smiled a little as the shocked looks of the crowd faded to nothing when he looked at you.

“You don’t have to do this here.” He whispered, but you weren’t finished yet.

“I haven’t even done it yet.” You half smiled as you shoved your test into your bag.

“Done what?” He asked as you walked up to him. You got to him and gave him an apologetic smile in advance for the attention you were about to draw to him.

“What I’ve been wanting to do for a long time now.” You told him. Peter barely had time to react before you put your hands on his face and pulled him into a kiss. You could feel his body tense up momentarily, so you pulled away just enough to whisper…

“Relax.”

Peter’s body did a better job at listening than he did as he slowly loosened his muscles. A hesitant hand found your waist and rested there as you wrapped your arms around his neck. You could feel the heat of his skin against your face and pulled away before he could get too overwhelmed.

“I.…just…heh…um - wow - uh…” He stumbled over his words as he looked at you with a shy smile.

“Don’t speak.” You laughed and shook your head. “Just kiss me.”

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elvish-sky · 4 years ago

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Beloved {Thorin x Reader}

A.N: I will 100% do a part 2 to this if anyone wants it. (And I know Arien is the name of the sun in Middle-Earth but I absolutely adore the name so..) Actually- I’ll probably do it if no one wants it, the name Arien cannot be used in just one fic. (Although if I end up doing a post BOTFA fix-it guess who might make an appearance?) Anyways, love this fic, love this request, really hope y’all like it and please let me know what you think!

Requested by @shy-basementchild on Tumblr: Hello! I am so happy your requests are open! 🥺I love your stories, the Fili peppermint made me buy like 2 peppermint mocha drinks hahaha! But I was wondering if maybe I can request a little bit of a wholesome story where the human f!reader(who is a love interest to thorin) and the company come across a human baby during their journey to erebor and they all take turns taking care of it (which make thorin love the reader even more) and at the end of the whole quest, (no one dies. 😐) the human baby is adopted by thorin and the reader and they have another child naturally and they all just cuddle in front of the fire (maybe the human child asks for a puppy too? Haha!) I just need something cuddly, if that's ok? Haha!

Word Count: 985

Pairings: Thorin x Reader, Thorin and Reader with a Baby

Summary: You find a baby abandoned in the forest while on the Quest for Erebor.

Warnings: Fluff, Abandonment, A Baby

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Beloved

You halted in the middle of the path, head cocked, listening. “Oof!” Something crashed into you. “Y/N? Why did you sto-” The glare on your face silenced Kili mid-sentence. Still listening, you started to walk off the trail into the forest of pines. You were abruptly stopped by an arm flung out in front of you. Brushing past Thorin, you continued, showing no reaction to his sudden sputtering at your ignorance of him.

Creeping through the towering trees, feet making no sound on the ground padded with pine needles, you hear the sound again. It sounded like crying. Peeling back the branches of a bush, your eyes settle on a baby. Lying there, swaddled in a tattered brown blanket with it’s little toes peeking out, you could understand why it was crying. Upon seeing your face it hiccuped into silence and stared up at you, blinking with its mouth slightly parted.

“There’s a baby in the bushes.” Kili peered at it around you, looking shocked. “Y/N, what are we going to do? There’s a baby. In the bushes! Babies do not belong in bushes!” You laughed at him as Fili shoved him in exasperation.

Bending down, you picked the baby up, marvelling at its weight. Despite the fact that it had been abandoned in a forest, it was still in decent health. “There, there,” you cooed as the eyes of the child locked with your own. “It’s going to be all right, you’re safe with us now.” Humming a lullaby you remembered, you made your way back to the company with Fili and Kili, still dumbstruck, following behind you.

Emerging from the trees, you met the glare of your betrothed steadily. “Y/N.” You saw Thorin’s eyes register the bundle in your arms. “What is that?” You angled your arms so that he could see the calm face of the child. His eyes widened in shock. “That’s a baby.”

“I know that. KIli has already pointed it out several times.” You were completely deadpan, hiding an internal chuckle at the blush on the face of the young dwarf.

“In my defense, babies do not belong in bushes.”

“So you’ve said. Many times.” Fili gave his brother a good naturned shove.

Thorin shook his head in exasperation. “We cannot keep the baby, we’ll need to stop at the next settlement.”

At this you stiffened. “Why? We are perfectly capable of caring for this child!”

“Y/N, it is just not practical. We do not have the resources, and we are on a dangerous quest. This is no place for a baby.”

“I do not give a damn about practicality! We cannot just cast this child off at the next town. We are keeping it.” With that you began moving, leaving thirteen dumbstruck dwarves and a hobbit in your wake. You tried to hide a wince as the baby tugged on your courting braid, keeping your back straight, signifying your anger.

Later that night, you sat by the fire as Bombur stirred a pot suspended above. The scent of stew was wafting through the air on the smoke you could see spiraling up into the starry sky. Inhaling the delicious smell, you heard your stomach growl as you bounced the babbling child on your knee. She looked to be around six or seven months old- her family had probably tried their best to care for her, but given up.

You felt the balance of the log shift as someone sat next to you. “I am sorry for earlier.” Your head jerked up at that- Thorin rarely apologized, even to you. He kept speaking. “I can see how much this child already means to you, so we will do as much as possible to help it.”

You finally looked at him. The sincerity on his face was plain to see. “Thank you, my love. Would you like to hold her?” He started at that, and you giggled at the intense look of concentration on his face as you passed her over.

“Don’t laugh. I haven’t held a child since Kili- I’m out of practice!” He started bouncing the baby like you had been, remembering how he had helped his sister with his nephews.

“I do have one question, though. Why do you care so much about this baby?” He was looking intently at you.

“I was abandoned as a baby.” You heard his sharp intake of breath, but continued. “My birth parents left me, an eight-month-old, on the doorstep of a house in the north. I do not know who they were, but my adoptive parents took me in and cared for me.”

“Oh, amrâlimê.” His eyes were sad. “I’m so sorry. Why did I not know this?”

“It’s not something I usually tell people.”

“Well, I’m glad you told me.”

You smiled at him, and rested your head on his shoulder, gazing down at the now sleeping child in his arms.

“What have you been calling her?” You felt the reverberations of his deep voice.

“I’ve just been calling her the baby.”

“That won’t do.” Looking at his face, you saw a spark in his eyes. “How about…”

Thorin tapped his foot, deep in thought. “Arien. It means beloved in a language of man. It’s also a name given to the sun.”

“I love it.” You kissed his cheek.

“And I love you.” He tilted your head to kiss you, this time on the mouth. Breaking the kiss, you laid your head back on his shoulder, contentedly listening to Arien’s soft breathing, in time with the deeper breaths from the dwarf at your side. You loved the child already, and looked forward to watching her grow up as you knew that neither you, or Thorin, would ever willingly give her up. You sat there with your two beloveds, looking forward to the future without fear for the first time. Because how could it be bad if Thorin and Arien were at your side?

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this-is-my-procrastination · 4 years ago

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hi!! i liked your works a lot and i wanted to request f, j and o for akaashi and atsumu? thanks a lot <33

fluff alphabet f, j, and o for akaashi keiji and miya atsumu

a/n: ahh i hope these aren’t too long haha, thank you so much for requesting!! :))

Akaashi Keiji:

F = Feelings (When did they realize their feelings? How did it change their behavior towards you?)

Akaashi quietly observes you for a while

Your little tics and reactive expressions ingrain themselves into his brain until he can close his eyes and picture your face almost perfectly

You’re studying together one day, and it starts off with the standard frequent side glances and an endearing awkwardness

But at some point, he feels himself leaning towards you subconsciously

Not in an obvious way, Akaashi just suddenly felt the urge to scootch closer to you or maybe to brush away that stray piece of your hair that had come undone

He immediately jerks himself back with a mildly troubled look on his face (on the inside this man is having a whole-ass existential crisis)

You tilt your head as you glance at him, and that’s when he knows

Akaashi’s already familiar with your different expressions of annoyance, sadness, happiness, etc., but your face right now was so innocent and clueless and cute and precious - he just felt an overwhelming urge to tell you about all the warm, helpless feelings you give him

He doesn’t, of course, because Akaashi at least tries to plan these things out

His realization doesn’t change his behavior a lot (he’s as sarcastic, chill, and straightfoward as always), but he does start doting on you more

He asks if you got enough sleep last night, sometimes offers to share his lunch with you, even gives you his jacket when you were shivering a little

Pure boi just wants to take care of you; it makes him feel more connected and might just be how he hints at his feelings to you

J = Jealousy (What makes them jealous? How do they deal with jealousy?)

Normally a pretty chill dude that you wouldn’t think ever gets jealous

It’s true that Akaashi definitely has complete faith in you and knows you can handle yourself

He also tends to internalize when it comes to feelings like jealousy because he knows they’re not rational

But that still doesn’t stop him from paying extra attention when you’re talking to other guys

Frowning, he monitors your situation from a distance. You might think he’s not paying attention, but the moment he sees signs that you’re uncomfortable or that the other person is getting too comfortable with touching you, he intervenes

Akaashi’s got skills galore at interjecting himself into conversations, and now he’s calling upon all of them plus his passive aggresive expertise

“(Name), please introduce me to this person. As your boyfriend, I’d really like to know who your acquaintances are.”

Narrows his eyes at the other person when he says “acquaintance”

Highkey throwing all the shade right then, but even after you introduce him, he subtly ends the conversation and pulls you away (after which he feels much more relaxed and comfortable)

Basically admits it if you tease him for being jealous

“Yeah, I was. Is there a problem with me feeling protective of you, love?”

O = Over (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

If Akaashi at any point liked you enough to be in a relationship with you, he will hold that respect for you forever

Even if you made a mistake, he’ll continue to believe that you deserve a least an in-person meeting before breaking up

He thinks it over a lot before making the decision to break it off

This isn’t something he’d ever take lightly, and he’d use at least a good week to process and think about any alternatives

If there’s truly no other way, he’ll text you to meet him somewhere private, like a small cafe or secluded park

Akaashi tells you his intentions as soon as you arrive; there’s no point in dragging this out and hurting the both of you further

He’s very solemn as he tries to explain, and he tries to state his reasons as clearly as possible, but his mind is a whirlwind at that moment

Respectfully leaves after a few minutes, but when he gets to the car he can feel his eyes watering and hands shaking

Bokuto helps him a lot by keeping him active and engaged with his surroundings, but Akaashi can’t help but lie awake at night thinking about you

It’ll take him at least two or three weeks to start moving on in life, but he’ll always look back on the good times you two shared fondly

Atsumu Miya:

F = Feelings (When did they realize their feelings? How did it change their behavior towards you?)

I think his feelings will hit him all of a sudden

He’ll catch himself at home wondering what you’re doing at that moment

And Atsumu starts realizing that he thinks about you more than himself

He’s not used to thinking about anyone that’s not himself, his spikers, or (occasionally) Osamu

So maybe he sees you struggling with something and, after teasing you a little, he helps you

And when you thank him with a sweet smile, he actually feels himself blush

All he can think is just “oh hell no i cannot be a simp right now”

After that incident, Atsumu might avoid you for a bit (he sees you in the hallway and literally spins on his heel, running into the nearest room to keep cool)

But his sets are noticeably less focused than normal, and Osamu forces Atsumu to man up and talk to you

He becomes a little more conscious of what he says to you. You notice that his mocking insults are almost fond sounding now and that he backs off a lot quicker if he sees he hit something sensitive

He tells himself that it’ll help you feel the same way

Because if being more sensitive to your feelings could make you fall as hard for him as he did for you, then that’s what he’ll do

J = Jealousy (What makes them jealous? How do they deal with jealousy?)

He’s used to getting what he wants, and when you’re not paying attention to him, he’s not

Cue pouty Atsumu

It’s not that he doesn’t trust you, he just doesn’t like anyone other than him looking at you like that

Feels protective because he knows how amazing you are and how much you tempt him (and if he’s that affected by you, who knows what other people could be thinking about you?)

Like one time, he sees you talking with Osamu, and you have the brightest smile on your face that he absolutely adores... but it’s not directed at him

Clenching his jaw, he immediately storms up to you both and snakes his arms tightly around your body from behind

“Babee, pay attention to me...” Atsumu directs a withering glare at his twin, “‘Samu, get outta here!”

If he feels threatened because a stranger is talking to you, he’ll be less kind (he might get triggered because you started blushing or maybe there was some kind of physical touch involved, which can be as minor as a touch to the shoulder, but Atsumu is not about it)

Straight up stalks over to you both, placing an arm aggresively over your shoulder

“Hey, who’s this?? Actually nahh, it doesn’t matter because he’s insignificant~ C’mere babe, let’s go. Bye now, stranger!”

O = Over (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Hm... Atsumu might send a break-up text idk :p

But more likely he’ll give you a call

I just feel like he might be too emotional to do it in person

Depending on his reasons, maybe he’s scared that he might snap at you and leave you feeling like trash (because no matter what the reasons are, he never wants to lash out at you like that)

So he sends a warning text like “we have to talk about something serious” and then call so he can at least break the news with his own voice

Atsumu’s words might come off nonchalant and almost harsh, but it’s accidental; it’s kind of a defense mechanism

He doesn’t want to hurt you, but he’s also so close to a mental breakdown that he can’t figure out how to break things off earnestly without becoming a crying, blubbering mess

So his words can seem cold, especially when you’re in such a fragile emotional state

But he stays on the line with you for as long as you need, silent as you express your emotions as freely as you want

But if you cry a lot, or your voice is really shaky, this man probably starts tearing up along with you

Just a mutual crying fest by the end, but Atsumu’s still not the type to change his mind unfortunately

He would’ve had to believe his reasons 100% to think about breaking things off with you

Still, he’s depressed and grumpy for the couple weeks after

Gets a little (read: a lot) bitter if someone happens to mention you

Volleyball helps him immensely during this time

He throws himself into improving his setting and techniques, rep after rep

Atsumu tries to avoid all thoughts related to you because they never fail to make his chest hurt

In the end, he knows it was his own decision so he tries hard to move on

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okumuruwu · 4 years ago

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I miss my… best friend (renga oneshot) FLUFF & WHOLESOME

After Langa’s father’s death, his life has not been… easy. However, how could it be? After losing such an important part of oneself, easy is not the word to describe each passing day. He and his mom started off kind of a new life the moment they moved to Japan where the rest of the family were. And to be honest? That big and shocking change did not make his life any worse, instead, it helped the blue haired boy to cheer up and to keep moving forward.

At first, he did not think that transferring from Canada to Japan was a good idea, but who would have told him that there he would find such an amazing family? No jokes, Langa does consider them a family. He found peace in a group of boys who skate. Funny. There are the two parental figures (who literally everyone knows they are dating… or fucking, both as well), a cool uncle who may seem intimidating at first and one… cat-little brother? Well, of course then there’s him. His best friend? Brother? Dude? Screw all that, Langa is in love with him, maybe not since they met, but probably from not much after. He had a hard time understanding he fell in love with Reki, although he accepted it right away.

Nevertheless, it did not matter anymore. He couldn’t even tell him, actually, Langa couldn’t talk with him. They both had a fight around a month ago and Reki has been ignoring him since.

“How about you give him some space?” Langa’s mom suggested this when he broke down to her. She assured him that his friend would eventually come back or at least talk it out. And she was right in some way, we all need our space sometimes, we are humans after all. Feeling is what keeps us breathing.

This way, days kept passing by as his life continued getting harder and harder.

“Hey Snow” he was greeted by Joe as he arrived where the group had decided to meet.

“Mornin’, isn’t Cherry with you?”

“Can you guys stop implying we’re dating already? It’s getting out of hand”.

Simultaneously Cherry appeared with two water bottles “What’s getting out of hand?”

“Nothing” Joe reached out his hand to get the bottle he asked for. “Thanks, babe”.

Langa looked at him in shock, making him regret his life’s choices.

“Say anything and you’ll end up eating Joe’s skateboard” The long-haired guy warned out.

“Why mine?!”

“You really think I would use Carla to hit anyone? Please, at least I’m considerated”.

Fair enough.

After Miya and Shadow got there, they all went around and skated for a bit. They met every week after the fight because Langa’s mother told them how hurt his son was. However, no matter how hard they tried nor the times they went skating, Langa didn’t seem the same.

That is why the four of them had a plan. When they stopped that day to eat something, they all reached for each other’s eyes and nodded.

“Langa,” started off Miya “we’ve got a plan”.

“Dumbass! Where the fuck did the ‘are you feeling better these days’ is?” Shadow exclaimed.

“Ignore them” Cherry sighed. “But it is true, we have come with a plan for you and Reki to make up”.

The poor boy was shocked, that was way too direct.

“We know you both aren’t doing okay” Joe continued. “I have been talking with Reki and I can assure you he does miss you too”.

“That is why we want to help!” Miya cut him off. “Okay! Let me explain”.

“No way” he was pushed by Joe. “I’m the one who had the idea”.

“Bullshit,” Cherry threw at them some fries “okay, Langa, listen carefully”.

After getting back home that day, the blue-haired boy went straight to his room and threw himself into his bed. His head was hurting. He felt grateful his friends came up with all of that just for them but, what if it does not work out? What if him and Reki are destined to be apart? His mind was filled up with tons of involuntary negative thoughts.

Even so, what was he losing if he already lost it all just by not having him in his life? Therefore, he prepared himself all the time he had left before the planned day.

Wanted or not, time didn’t stop, and the important day came by faster than expected. Although Langa was a bit scared, he went on with his friend’s plan and went to Joe’s house.

Maybe it was a bit risky, but everyone felt it was necessary. Their plan consisted of locking them both in one of Joe’s rooms and… kind of forcing them to face each other? Yes, now thinking about it they realized how dumb they are.

“I told Reki to come here around 4 p.m., so he should be here any minute now”.

Precisely, the red haired boy arrived not much after. “Joe?” he asked entering his house.

“Up here! Can you come up here for a moment? I need help”. All lies. The moment Reki entered the only room that was opened, he was trapped right behind him. “Now you guys can talk, I’m meeting with the rest of the guys so don’t worry, nobody will hear you. Bye-bye!”

“What in the world, Joe?!” Reki started knocking on the blocked door as hard as he could. He had a bad feeling about all this. And of course, that hunch became real as he turned around and saw Langa standing there grabbing both his sweater paws.

The room was immediately filled with awkwardness and a discomforting silence was the only thing that could be heard.

Reki sighed and sat on the floor with his back facing Langa. “Then I cannot do nothing more than wait for him to come back…” He tried to look tough, but the truth was that he was holding his tears back. He missed seeing his face, hearing his voice, skating with him… even laughing about nonsense or falling off their skateboards. His emotions were literally fighting in his heart: a part of himself wanted to get up and break the door somehow and never see him again and the other one desired to walk directly to his friend and hug him as if there was no tomorrow.

“Reki… I- Can we talk?” just by hearing his voice his tears started flowing down his cheeks. “I understand if you don’t want to say a word to me… probably you just want to hit me”. Yes, Langa, he wanted to hit you because now he had to sob quietly for you not to notice the warm traces his tears were leaving down on his face. “Please, can I at least apologize? Wait, you don’t have to answer, just make me sign if it’s okay with you…” The crying boy froze, he knew that if Langa continued talking, he wouldn’t be able to keep his crying silent. “Reki?” His friend was starting to worry. Slowly, Langa moved forward to Reki and touched slightly his back with his shaking hand. Now how could he hide his tears? He turned him around a little and his heart dropped into a black abyss. “Why are you crying?”

Without thinking twice, he embraced his friend as quickly as possible and brought him closer to his chest. Reki completely broke down and his crying became a waterfall.

“Reki, you cannot imagine how sorry I am. I should have listened to you. I shouldn’t have broken our promise in the first place” Langa little by little started crying as well in his shoulder. “I understand if you don’t want to continue being my friend, but I wanted to tell you one last time how important you are to me. You… you brought peace to my life when I was in war internally. Thanks to you I found happiness, a family to rely on… Reki you are the one who lights up my days”.

How can he blurt all that out and expect him to answer?! How could him with just two minutes make him forget all the madness he felt towards him?

“Langa I…”

“You don’t really have to say anything if you don’t feel like it, I really don’t want to pressure you”.

“No, Langa, really” the red haired boy pushed him away slowly and tried whipping away his still flowing tears. “I cannot let you be the only one apologizing, I also did wrong by ignoring you out of the blue… I even stopped looking at you… The truth is that I was scared you would get hurt by that dumbass, I just wanted to protect you because…” because he also found himself at ease thanks to him.

“No, no! You don’t need to apologize for that. As well, you don’t have to say anymore, I don’t want to hear it” Langa, damn, that was way harsh. “I- I mean, I don’t want to get hurt knowing what I already know”.

Reki was speechless and completely confused.

“What?”

‘Fuck it’ thought Langa. He had accepted he lost Reki before even coming here, so telling him wouldn’t change anything.

“Okay, this might be way too blunt, but it is now or never. I don’t want to end our friendship keeping secrets from you. The truth is that I have been having feelings for you for a little while ago. To be honest I don’t know when all this started, but the truth is that I really like you… a lot” a literal bomb was thrown at Reki without a single warning. He wasn’t able to process any words coming out of the Canadian boy. “I guess you aren’t really understanding a thing I’m saying…” he laughed nervously. “At first I didn’t even understand myself. However, as days went by, I got a hold of how real my feelings were. Every laugh, hug, handshake… Every memory we made together. They made me realize that I was falling for you” Langa’s cheeks started to blush a little. “And this time we have been apart, my heart made it more obvious I did fall in love with you”.

As he stopped talking, he looked at his friend and saw he started crying hard again.

“I- I didn’t mean to make you feel worse than before” he panicked. “Can- can I hug you?”

Reki threw himself into his arms making them both fall into the floor.

They both stayed quiet and let their sobs fill the room.

Reki used that time to solve the puzzle his mind was now. Could his sister be right?

“If you’re missing him that much, maybe he did matter a lot to you” she told him once they were discussing why Reki wasn’t going to class. “Plus, let me tell you, you sounded like you liked him. Have you ever thought about it?”

The truth is that Reki never imagined his love towards Langa being more than the friendly type. Nevertheless, since his sister said that, he couldn’t stop considering if it was the other way around.

“You know… now that I have told you, if you wanted to keep in touch, you can forget it. I do not want to make things more awkward”.

Reki shook his head as he sat up. “I- Well…” he touched his neck, shaking a little. “These last few days I have been thinking if I have feelings for you… I mean, romantic ones”. Now his face matched his hair color. “I- I am not sure tho!” he shook his hands in front of him. “But as you told me… Well, I guess my heart did a back flip… or an ollie to be more precise ha ha…” he facepalmed internally. “Look, what I want to say is that… Well, first, I do forgive you. And, you see, I think that if we tried dating… well, maybe I could make up my mind?”

A big smile was formed in Langa’s face as his crush was babbling out his answer. “I’m sorry Reki, really, forgive me as well for this”.

“For wha…” he was cut off by the blue haired boy rushing to his lips.

It was kind of a shock for him at the beginning, even though it only took him some seconds to kiss him back, making them both melt into each other. Admit it or not, them both were dying to do that.

After they broke the kiss to get some air, they were somehow shy to say anything.

“I don’t think I can forgive you…” the silence was broken into pieces as he literally made his heart pause for a moment. “I don’t think I can forgive you if I don’t get back what you took without asking”.

Langa smiled and Reki was the one to connect their lips this time. Now, the kiss was soft and sincere. The two boys assured one to the other without talking that they loved each other, a whole lot. Both their hearts were beating together waiting ahead of what life had planned for them, now reunited and honest between them.

#renga #reki x langa #reki #langa #sk8 #sk8 the infinity #oneshot

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idnek83 · 4 years ago

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Aid - Chapter 10/13

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Soda Kazuichi/Tanaka Gundham

Tags: Alternate Universe - Island Mode, No Game Spoilers, Masturbation, Hand Jobs, Blow Jobs, Semi-Public Sex, Grinding, Wet Dreams, Anal Fingering, Friends With Benefits, Getting Together, Internalized Homophobia, Anal Sex

Summary: Everyone is hot and half naked because of their beach vacation. Soda is horny and tries to do something about it. Gundham tries to help and does. It all gets a little out of hand.

Chapter: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13

Read on Ao3

This Chapter: Soda finally talks about his feelings: Soda stumbles, Gundham nearly breaks.

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Soda woke to a ray of sun on his face.

He shifted to try to get the light away from his eyes, sliding his head up from Gundham’s chest to his shoulder. Gundham was still sleeping soundly, and Soda took a moment to enjoy the peaceful rise and fall of his chest, bringing his hand up to rest over his heart. It beat steadily, Soda closed his eyes and synched his breaths with Gundham’s while he listened to that steady, comforting beat.

He wanted to wake up like this everyday. Slowly, peacefully, and being held by the man…

The man he loved.

He turned his reddened face to hide it in Gundham’s chest. He knew exactly what he had been feeling, and he knew he couldn’t deny it anymore. The way Gundham had made him feel as he had cried in his arms, the way he made him feel when he called him all those strange names and flashed him those soft smiles… he knew what that feeling was. He had known for a while.

He had just been too scared to admit it.

Now, warmed by the early sunlight and Gundham’s arms, tucked into his side and listening to his heart, even the fear couldn’t make him deny it anymore.

He felt doubt creeping back into his brain as he continued to slowly wake. He tried to push it back, tried to enjoy the moment just a bit longer…

But his feelings didn’t matter. There was no way Gundham could feel the same, not about someone like him. Gundham was tall, and smart, and handsome, and kind, and funny, and… and he was just Soda. Stupid, average looking at best, quick to anger, and slow to catch on, even to his own feelings.

No one could want him.

He felt a sleepy kiss pressed into his hair and opened his eyes. He hadn’t realized he had started crying again, but Gundham was already wiping away his tears. Everything he had already been feeling swelled up in his chest and he knew this was it.

No more waiting.

“I’m ready to talk.”

His voice was quiet, barely a whisper, but he knew Gundham heard him, felt the way the arm around his back pulled him a little closer, felt another kiss to his forehead and a hand combing through his hair.

“I’m here.” Gundham’s voice was quiet too, rough with sleep and even deeper than usual. Soda hoped he would be able to hear it that way again. “Do you wish me only to listen? Or would you like me to speak as well?”

“I love it when you speak.” He spoke the words without consciously deciding to, but he couldn’t take them back now. He distracted himself by smoothing his hand across Gundham’s chest, and he felt a hand squeeze his hip lightly.

“Then I will.” He felt both their hearts beat a little faster.

“I…” He remembered the last time they had really spent any time together, that breakfast with just the two of them that had been so great until- “I’m sorry about… our breakfast the other day, I, uh, kinda ruined it by storming off like that.”

“Certainly that is not what has been weighing on your mind all this time?” Gundham didn’t sound upset, he just sounded curious.

“I, uh, no? But I feel like I should, like, get it out of the way? I really do feel bad about it so, um… sorry.” It felt stupid, but it also felt like a weight off his shoulders.

“I… cannot deny I was curious about the situation. I understand the dark queen was being somewhat rude but-”

“What?”

“Hm? Sonia. She was acting quite coldly towards you, but I do not understand why you reacted so strongly on that particular occasion.”

“I- but I mean I, like, kind of deserved that, didn’t I? I mean I… I’ve been treating her pretty badly for a while now…” Soda started nervously drawing shapes on Gundham’s chest. What was he saying? He had already gone over the whole situation in his mind; it had been his fault, even if Sonia had been a little rude, it was only because he deserved it.

Gundham heaved a heavy sigh, and Soda kind of enjoyed the way his own head rose and fell with it.

“We spoke, after you left.” Soda looked up to try to see what kind of face Gundham was making, but he was staring up at the ceiling. He would have had to sit up to see his face, and he wasn’t willing to move away from Gundham, even a little.

Not yet.

“What… did you talk about?” Soda knew. He had stormed off and they had talked about how much he had overreacted. They talked about how rude he was and how stupid he was for ever thinking Sonia would like him.

How stupid he was for thinking anyone would like him.

He pushed the side of his face back into Gundham’s chest.

Not yet.

“The two of you… you do not treat each other fairly.” Gundham began to rub his back. “You do not give Sonia the space she requires, not do you treat her as an equal, but rather, as some ideal being. She does not appreciate it.” Yeah, he already knew that. He was a creep who had obsessed over her without ever bothering to notice he was making her uncomfortable, and without bothering to get to know the real her.

“And the dark queen, she…” Hates Soda and is completely justified in it? He knew that too. “She treats you too harshly.” What? “She behaves as if you are not there, only acknowledging your presence when she stands to gain something.”

“What?”

“Do you disagree?” Gundham looked down at him quizzically.

“Well, no? But I, uh, kinda deserve it? Like it’s my fault she treats me like that so-”

Gundham heaved another sigh and kissed his forehead again. Soda wished he had been counting, he wanted to remember every one of those little kisses once this was all over.

Not yet.

“You are too hard on yourself, my sweet consort.” Soda didn’t know what to say. Gundham was just saying that to make him feel better, right? “You are partly at fault, but even the dark queen admits her hand helped shape the situation.”

What? Sonia thought-? But it had all been Soda’s fault, hadn’t it?

Hadn’t it?

“But I am curious, my consort, this situation is not new, and I do not recall ever witnessing you react so… strongly to it before. What caused you to have such a volatile reaction?”

It was Soda’s turn to sigh. He rolled onto his back, keeping his head on Gundham’s shoulder.

Not yet.

“I- hm, I guess it had kinda been building up for a while? Like, even though she treats me like I don’t exist, I really like her.” He blushed a little at the admission and looked up at Gundham. He looked… confused? Huh? He thought everyone knew he liked Sonia, it wasn’t exactly a secret. Well whatever, Gundham was probably thinking about something else. He looked back at the ceiling. “Like, I realize we’re probably never going to date or anything cus, well, like you just said, I kinda treat her… or I guess we both kinda treat each other like shit?” It felt weird to say it like that, ‘we both’ like he actually wasn’t the only one responsible. “But, I can’t really help how I feel about her, right? Like, feelings don’t just stop cus you know it’s not gonna work out, y’know?”

Gundham still looked like he was thinking pretty hard about something, but he responded with a little nod and hummed in agreement.

“So yeah, I guess I was frustrated? And it just kept building and building, and then… Well, you remember how she told me to apologize to you? For ignoring you? Like, I wasn’t even ignoring you! I was just kinda spacy! But it just- I mean, her asking me to apologize for ignoring someone? It just like- I couldn’t handle that. It just, ugh, it pissed me off so much! But I didn’t want to, like, yell at her like a jerk or something so… I just left, y’know?”

“Mm, I… suppose I understand. It was rather hypocritical of her.” Gundham still looked like he was thinking hard about something. Had he said something weird? “I… did not realize you still held feelings for Sonia at that time.” Gundham looked at him then. He looked… concerned now? Upset maybe? Was he just worried about Soda’s weird obsession with Sonia then?

“Yeah, I uh, probably should have gotten over it a long time ago, huh? But-” he took a deep breath and sat up so he could face Gundham.

Now.

“I guess you just really can’t, um, control who you like, right?” He could feel himself blushing, could feel it spreading over his whole body. But he could do this. He was going to do this.

“So, you… still have feelings for her?” Why was Gundham so caught up on that? He started sitting up too, giving Soda another one of those confused, concerned looks.

Probably best to just tell him the truth, don’t want to start this thing with a lie.

“Y-yeah. I’ve given up on her, but even then, it’s not like feelings just go away immediately.” He forced a laugh. Why did it feel so awkward suddenly?

“I… see.” Gundham wasn’t looking at him. “I… appreciate your honesty.”

What was that supposed to mean? What the hell was going on in Gundham’s head? Maybe he should wait to-

No. No more waiting, no more chickening out. It was time to do this.

“Yeah, um, I mean I actually think this whole thing with you really helped-“

Gundham’s head snapped up.

“Thing?” Huh? Had Gundham sounded… angry just then?

“Uh, yeah, like the ‘pact’ thing? An, um, ‘aiding’ each other?”

Gundham narrowed his eyes, he looked like he was thinking hard again. What the hell was happening? Did Gundham know what he was about to say? Was he just grossed out and trying to think of a way to get Soda out of his cabin before he could say it? He’d better hurry up…

“Um, anyways, this has all really helped me realize some, uh, things about myself like, what I want and how I want people to treat me and stuff… and, um, I know this has really just been, like, a sex thing but-”

“Just a sex thing?” Gundham hissed out the words. Yeah, that time he had definitely been angry.

“Y-yeah?” Why was Gundham so upset? He watched him take a few deep breaths as he regained his composure.

“I did not realize that is all you thought this was.” Gundham swallowed, he looked like he was trying hard to keep his face neutral. “I did not think our pact to be simply… carnal.” He practically spit the last word.

Shit, what? Gundham had thought they were more than fuck buddies? What? Gundham was standing now, looking for his clothes.

“Wait, what? I-” Did that mean? “So, then, do you, like, like me?” What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck?

“Much more than you like me, it would seem.” Gundham pulled on his pants and wasn’t looking at Soda. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck-

“Wait, I-I think I misunderstood-“

Gundham turned and fucking glared at him.

“What are the odds, it would appear I misunderstood as well.” He practically shouted, the anger fell from his face, and he just he looked tired. “I did not realize I was… just a sex thing to you.”

Gundham tossed him his clothes.

“Leave me. I… need to think.” He turned from Soda and he heard him take a deep, shaky breath.

That was it, Gundham hated him. He dressed as quickly as he could then moved towards the door, but… could he really just leave things like this?

“Gundham, I’m-”

“Go.” Gundham seemed to choke on the word. Was he… crying?

Shit, Soda was the worst. No wonder so many people hated him.

He turned, left, and headed directly to his own cabin.

–

He felt empty. He sat on his bed, and he just felt empty. Gundham hated him and he had never even managed to confess. He was such a fuck up.

And Gundham had… he liked Soda? He had pretty much said that, right? And not only that, but he had thought they were more than… ‘just a sex thing.’ God, his own stupid, careless words sounded so much worse every time he replayed them in his head.

So then, Gundham had thought they were basically, like, dating then? And then Soda had fucked him and treated it like a hook-up, and now Gundham never wanted to see him again. He couldn’t even blame him for being so pissed.

He had already had everything he wanted, he was just too god damned stupid to realize it.

And he had just fucked it up forever.

Fuck.

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#Soudam #Soda kazuichi #Gundham Tanaka #Soda/Gundham #danganronpa #danganronpa 2 #fic #My writing #Fic Aid #Fellas is it gay to be crushed when you find out he thinks you're just fuck-buddies?

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queerchoicesblog · 4 years ago

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After The Storm

Folks, here’s the second suggestion (thanks a mill @scottishqueer) for the wlw writing project. Inspo is fleaky lately but I want everyone who sent ideas to know that I’m working on them: I’m just a bit slow to write! But I hope you will enjoy this.

A little note about this series set in the Italian Renaissance. I chose a location very dear to me and - hopefully - a bit unusual: Ferrara, the city where my grandparents lived and my mom was born. I love that place and I’ll probably go back there in August: I still remember my grandpa taking me to the Castle (I have a picture showing little me proudly sitting on a pile of cannonballs in the internal stone garden on a sunny day), the Cathedral and the palaces around town. I incorporated them all in the story.

Ferrara was also one of the capitals of the Italian Renaissance, a Duchy ruled by the House of Este, a princely family, linked with several contemporary royal dynasties, including the British royal family. They were notorious patrons of the arts and innovators (through architeractural projects like the one called “Addizione” they were precursors of modern city planning); Duke Alfonso, who makes a cameo in the story and was the third husband of the infamous Lucrezia Borgia, was a patron of Ariosto, a famous poet to whom - ironically - my high school was dedicated. So yeah, I added a personal to this miniseries.

If you do happen to like this miniseries, please consider spreading the word!

Previous series: Ancient Greece

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The rain has finally subsided. When I wake up at the very first lights of dawn, only a faint rattling against the windows can be heard, a testament to the storm an unkind wind blew from where the sea lays and roars. I cherish the feeling, the newfound sweet peace after the howling winds of the night. My beautiful little boy is resting by my side. My poor Tommaso: my little angel has been unwell for days, I have never seen him shed all those tears since the day he was born. He cried and cried until his screams of fear and pain were barely audible and none of us knew what to do. Even Riccardo, my ever-absent, ever-busy husband, worried and urged the presence of a physician with great haste, concern written all over his face. I've never seen him like that before. Tommaso is our only son, too beautiful and young to surrender to a hideous disease and leave this world. If I allow myself to dwell into these thoughts, oh that would be enough to kill me! Seeing my boy suffering was almost unbereable: his desperate cries pierced right through my heart as I held him close, impotent yet hopeful that my presence could provide him a little comfort. Mum is here, my love, fighting and suffering with you.

It's an indescribable joy and relief to wake up this morning and see him sleeping peacefully after the agony and the storm. Tommaso is afraid of thunders and dark skies, I hated the rainstorm for being so unmerciful and throwing new fears to my troubled little prince. I wish I could have blown it away like Aeolus but I do not detain such power over the natural elements.

I gently stroke his head, a feather touch: God forbid I wake him! I almost cry but I manage to refrain myself: my sobbing could disturb his heavenly slumber and I don't want him to see me crying. I'll greet him with a smile when his eyes open up again and nuzzle his belly before covering him with kisses from head to toe. Tommaso loves it and I'm sure Riccardo won't object for once, not after what we've been through. I really thought I would lose my angel.

Thankfully, Lady Death spared him or so it seems. When he wakes he looks back to his usual self, no sign of the cruel pain torturing him. He gets all happy and excited underneath my kisses and eats with a good appetite. He simply looks a bit more abashed and tired than usual but it's understandable. I'll follow the physician's advice and ask my maid to get eggs and cook one of those soups and creams I had too when I was recovering from giving birth. That will hopefully help.

Seeing him happy again makes me forget about the events and mundane meetings I have missed over the past few days since he got ill. I love attending them but it all became suddenly so meaningless when my son lost his light and health. I must remember to save a prayer and make an offering for his miraculous recovery. And I can get the report of the latest happenings at court from my dear friends. They sent notes inquiring about Tommaso and I am glad to let them know the fortunate turn of events.

They visit me the day after. I have many friends here but Maria and Virginia are special companions to me. Maria is the oldest of the group, she has two sons already in marital age, but she has been good to me since I first walked into the castle. She comes from one of the wealthiest noble families in town: she's an institution at court and it meant so much to me that she took me under her wing when I was the new girl here, the young bride of "the most skilled diplomat that has ever served the House of Este". She has her ideas and a temper, of course, we don't agree on everything but she's been a sort of mentor to me and I will always be grateful to her for that: all I know about properly living at court, well I owe it to her. Virginia is about my age, another "pupil" of Maria. I like her: she's a bit shier and meeker than our friend and she has a little boy too so I'm sure she fully understood my anguish.

Apparently, I didn't miss anything important as I guarded Tommaso with my life. Same old rivalries between dames, the yet unconfirmed gossips about the Duke marriage plans, how displeased the jealous favourite looked even if she denied her irritation. Good old court life. I comment that there is still so much going on in our fair Ferrara: the Addizione is proceeding and rumour has it, the palace the previous Duke commissioned for court entertainments, Palazzo Schifanoia, is being renewed and expanded. It goes without saying that it is bound to be a work of unprecedented beauty. I don't remember who was saying so but I know the Duke and his passion for the arts so I find it hard to doubt.

Virginia claps her hand and notes that actually yes, I missed something. Speaking of arts and artistic projects, do I remember when rumours of an external artist joining the enterprise spread? Well, it happened! Now, that I think about it, I remember...Riccardo mentioned it one night as we came back from a music gathering. Apparently, our most brilliant architect, Biagio Rossetti, the genius in charge of bringing the Duke's vision to life and into art, requested another artist to join his brigade. If I got it right, it should be a talented colleague from Florence, Sir Davide whatever...I forgot his surname. He served the House of Medici and excelled so brightly that our fair Biagio summoned him as his right hand. Allegedly, our architect - or , God forbid!, the Duke himself - is unsatisfied with how the projects are proceeding and firmly believes that a fresh set of eyes and hands will benefit the future glory of our Duchy.

"The new architect arrived - when was it? Oh yes, the day after you informed us that poor Tommaso was ill, you definitely missed" Virginia explains.

He looks nice: a handsome man, who knows how to behave himself at court, a true gentleman. I tease my friend asking if she has already put her eyes on him. Virginia blushes a little before protesting: of course not, she would never do anything like that, not to her Carlo, she's a married woman and loyal. Maria interrupts her.

"Oh stop it: as if that would be an impediment!"

"Well, ideally it is!"

"Yes, but only ideally, as you said" Maria laughs. "My young girl, you should know that everyone at court has affairs sooner or later. We'll get you a lover too one day"

"Maria, you're incorrigible!" Virginia giggles, pretending a shyness that is no longer there, replaced by a hint of mischief.

Maria just shrugs, picking up a cherry from the bowl my maid laid on the table.

"Just experienced. So believe me when I tell you we all need the thrill of a secret affair in our lives...otherwise what is left to us? We would die of boredom!"

"I cannot vouch for Maria's theory but you said it yourself, the Florentine architect is here now and he's a handsome man..." I add, winking, to join the conversation.

"You'll vouch for my theory too, dove. Give me time and I'll get yourself a lover too" Maria exclaims.

"...Before a fair lady of the court catches his eyes and bewitches his heart" I continue, addressing Virginia as I prevent Tommaso from climbing up the table on his hunt for cherries.

My friends exchange an amused look.

"Oh but he's married, Emilia!" Virginia explains. "He didn't travel alone, his wife followed him here too. We met them both"

Ah, that's unexpected! I have already pictured a handsome bachelor joining our court but that's good to hear. As much as I enjoy the company of my friends and the other dames, I have noticed though the years that new companions are a blessing. A little novelty, even if momentary at times, could have the same effect of fresh air on a hot summer day. Otherwise, we would die of boredom, as Maria said, referring to lovers. I wouldn't go that far but a new lady in town could be good news.

"Oh, nice! A potential new friend. We should invite her to join our next sewing meeting and get to know her. As well as the hottest gossips from Florence, that is! What do you think?" I smile.

Surprisingly, the expression on my friends' faces is unreadable. Did I say something wrong? Was I too straightforward? Oh gosh, I hope they didn't take my enthusiasm as personal displeasure of our sewing meetings or their company! I better get this right.

"So, how's the new lady?" I inquiry nonchalantly as I prove myself in the funniest faces I can master to make my child laugh.

I succeed: Tommaso claps his tiny hands and laughs until he's out of breath.

"Oh, don't even get me started with her!" Maria dismisses my question but I know her long enough to know she can't wait to tell me what she thinks and maybe more.

"Nothing much, she keeps to herself. Not quite the talker" Virginia shrugs.

"Ah, she's way more tolerable when she keeps her mouth shut anyway!" Maria intervenes again and I'm sure she's not done with just that.

"My my, it seems you took quite a dislike for her" I giggle, exchanging an amused look with Virginia.

"I couldn't help myself, my dear" Maria continues, fanning herself as if to cool down her mounting anger. "Another boorish yet arrogant Florentine"

"The Florentine are always so full of themselves" I concede, cradling my son in my arms.

"Then she must be the Queen of them all" Maria barks a throaty laughter. "She looks so...so high and almighty: 'oh no, I'm afraid we don't play this game in Florence', 'I don't know what it means, we don't have this word in Florence', 'Florence here and that'. Believe me, sweetheart, we were trying to be kind to her but she's impossible! She acts like royalty but she's the wife of an...architect"

She pronounces the last words with evident displease. I can't refrain laughter: she's always been such a snob! I comment that she certainly sounds like...something.

"Oh but you'll have the disgrace to meet her soon enough!" Maria exclaims. "You know that our Duke is so fond of artists, he will certainly invite them again at the next dinners and balls"

"Speaking of the ball" Virginia intervenes to prevent her from keeping ranting. "What will you wear at the Masquerade Ball next month? I ordered a most extravagant costume yesterday, I can't wait to show you-"

We spend the rest of the afternoon discussing the upcoming events at court and the latest trends, gossiping about what we suspect the other dames will wear.

Ah, I missed my friends and our conversations...

#wlw writing #wlw writing project #original work #wlw miniseries #lgbtqa+#italian renaissance

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whatarubberchicken · 5 years ago

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Lukadrinette - Part 10

Because I lost all of my bookmarks when I moved to a new computer, and because Tumblr is such a pure, good, well-functioning website, I cannot find most of my posts for this story, so I have finally decided to post it to Ao3. I will leave the original posts as they are here on Tumblr, and if you can find them, great. If not, it’s now listed under:

My Sweet Blueberry Sandwich

(ff.net link to come)

(If anyone has any suggestions for tags, I am more than willing to hear them! I still suck at tagging.)

I will post a chapter a day until we catch back up, but no promises for after that. Hopefully, NoNaWriMo will be good to me this year.

That being said, enjoy! (Nothing too explicit this time but I’m still gonna put it under the cut, and yes, I did write this chapter before “Desperada” came out, so I was laughing REALLY hard during that episode.)

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Adrien was not pouting, thank you very much.

After all, how could he be? Here he was, with the girl of his dreams and the boy who’d made him question his sexuality, eating thick, hot soup after a day filled with fantastic sex. He was certainly not panicking internally on all the many ways he could’ve screwed this up already, or mentally listing all the things he could buy them to make them let him stay for just one more day, or—

“How long are we gonna play the silent game?” Marinette asked. Adrien’s eyes flew to her face to see her smirking at him as she tore her bread in two.

“I—uh… was too busy eating!” he said quickly, digging into his soup for another bite. “It’s really good!”

The look she and Luka gave him told him he still wasn’t fooling anyone.

“I… um… what do you wanna talk about?” he asked timidly.

“Hmm….” Marinette tapped her lips with her spoon as she pondered. Her eyes lit up. “Celebrity fantasy hook-ups! Who would you want if you could have anyone?”

Are you kidding? I’m kinda living it right now, Adrien thought silently. Out loud he answered, “You guys know I’m a celebrity, right? And that I’ve actually had celebrity hook-ups?”

“Yeah, but not fantasy celebrity hook-ups,” Marinette teased.

“This isn’t fair,” Luka complained. “You already know mine!”

“Huh?” Adrien raised an eyebrow at him questioningly. Luka grinned and pointed at him, then Marinette, and then raised his fingers to his eyes in a blatant imitation of a mask.

“Oh,” Adrien said, ducking his head so they couldn’t see him blush. He had a feeling he’d be donning some sort of Chat Noir costume in the very near future, and honestly, he wasn’t against it. It would certainly be nice to Mari in her spots again….

“Oh, come on,” Marinette pouted. “You’re telling me neither of you have even entertained thoughts of a Jagged Stone/Clara Nightingale threesome?!”

Both boys thought about it and shook their heads.

“Clara’s too perky,” Adrien said, “don’t get me wrong, her flexibility is… amazing. But no, she’d probably try to sing to me while—yeah.” He shook his head again.

Luka snickered. “Note to self, don’t try to sing to Adrien while fucking him,” he said, pretending to write on his hand. Adrien made a face and chucked a piece of bread at him, pleased when his lover caught it in his mouth.

“As for me,” Luka said, swallowing, “Jagged Stone is no-go territory, babe.”

“You were happy enough to meet him,” Marinette said, scowling.

“True. True,” Luka nodded. “He’s been my idol for as long as I can remember. But…,” he winced a bit. “When I was little, my mom… hinted heavily that he was my dad.”

“WHAT?!” Marinette and Adrien both stood up, shocked. Luka held up his hands.

“She wouldn’t confirm anything. And she left that part of my damn birth certificate blank, so there’s no way to know unless I ask him for a paternity test—which I am NOT gonna do,” he added quickly, shaking a finger in Marinette’s direction. She puffed her cheeks at him angrily.

“But—”

“Babe, I am all grown up,” he said, grabbing her hand and rubbing it soothingly. “If I ask him now, the press will catch it, and they’ll make it look like the band is trying to land some sort of favoritism angle. I’m not doing that to them. Especially not now.”

“But, Luka—” Marinette tried again.

“Besides, the test could always come up negative,” he pointed out. “Just let me dream.”

She still looked upset.

“Ugh, now I’m not gonna be able to fantasize about him either,” she pouted, sinking back into her chair.

“Are we doing something wrong, to make you want to fantasize about other guys?!” Adrien exclaimed, also sitting.

“He’s too old for you anyway,” Luka added, winking. “Unless you’ve got a daddy kink you haven’t told me about.”

“Ewww, gross!”

“NOPE!” Adrien said, loudly enough to make them both pause. He held up his hands in surrender. “Sorry, guys, but that’s a hard no from me. If you guys are gonna be doing any ‘daddy’ roleplays, I can’t be a part of it. Just—no.” He shuddered.

Marinette wrinkled her nose. “Ugh, I can see why,” she said. Adrien’s hopes rose a little. If anyone could understand just how deep this ‘squick’ went, it would be her.

“Don’t worry, Adrien,” Luka said, nodding at him. “It’s a hard no from me too.”

“No daddy kinks all around,” Marinette agreed, raising her glass high. They sealed the agreement with a toast, clinking their glasses together.

“So, Adrien,” Luka said, looking thoughtful. Adrien’s pulse spiked. “If you wanna—”

“What’s that sound?” Marinette interrupted, looking around.

Adrien and Luka also fell silent, listening. Adrien felt himself flush when he realized his phone was buzzing. He dug it out of the pants Marinette had forced him and Luka to put on after they’d tried to jump her while she was cutting vegetables. (He was personally glad Ladybug’s Lucky Charms had all been innocuous objects. Mari with a weapon was scary!)

The caller ID had him groaning, though.

Erica.

How dare she call him after ghosting him last night and leaving with another man?

“Your girlfriend?” Luka guessed.

“Ex,” Adrien corrected, growling. “I don’t deal with cheaters and she knew it. We were over the moment she left the club without me.” He moved to put the phone back in his pocket.

“Answer it,” Marinette said, exchanging a wicked smirk with Luka. “Put it on speaker.” Adrien blinked at her, then obeyed, feeling a little thrill go through him when they both abandoned their seats to come stand behind him.

“Adrien?!” Erica’s shrill voice filled the air. “Oh my God, why haven’t you been answering your phone?!”

“Because I didn’t notice you called,” he said. It was a lie, he’d seen it when he’d checked his messages earlier, he just hadn’t cared enough to call her back. He gasped. Marinette had just run her fingers through his hair, with extra emphasis on the nails against his scalp.

Oh sweet Jesu! If it had been a hard no from him with those other kinks, THIS was an exultant YES!

“Sorry, sweetie!” Marinette called, to his delight. “We’ve kinda been keeping him busy!” She scratched him again, and Adrien couldn’t hold back his moan.

“Who the hell—”

“Very busy,” Luka added on his other side, deepening his voice a bit and giving Adrien’s earlobe a quick nip. Both those actions sent a jolt right down the pit of his stomach. “We’d like to thank you for letting go of someone with such stamina! We’ve had quite the day!”

On the other end, Erica had gone conspicuously silent. Adrien pulled the phone closer to himself.

“So, uh, yeah,” he said softly, “as I’m sure you already know, we’re through.”

“How dare you!” she shrieked. “After everything I’ve done for you!” Marinette snorted in derision and started massaging his shoulders.

“What?” Adrien laughed, leaning back in his chair to relax against her minstrations. Oh, this was priceless. “What exactly have you ‘done for me?’”

“I—I—”

“Besides leaving me on my own so you can fuck another dude?”

“That’s—We’re just cousins!”

“Oh, kissing cousins?” Adrien laughed again. It would’ve actually been funny if he hadn’t heard that same excuse a thousand times over from his other casual encounters. “You had your tongue pretty far down his throat before you left, babe. Try another one.” Luka chuckled in approval and swirled his tongue around Adrien’s ear.

“Like this?” He whispered. Adrien wanted to whimper.

“Fine,” Erica seethed on the other end. “Fine! Be that way! Do your new partners realize how codependent you are?! How much you cling to whoever you’re fucking?!”

Luka and Marinette’s attentions stopped and Adrien felt his breath leave him. Oh God. Oh no. Please don’t let them…. He looked up at Marinette and Luka. They both still looked amused.

“That’s okay,” Marinette called towards the phone. “I like to cuddle!” To emphasize this, she wrapped her arms around Adrien’s shoulders. Relief and warmth flooded him. If he hadn’t already been sitting, he would’ve fallen over.

“And there’s two of us, so we should be able to handle it,” Luka added, kissing the top of Adrien’s head. He wanted to cry. It felt so good. He was safe, and happy, and loved—

“Oh, you are just sick!” his ex spat. “Boys and girls? It’s—it’s unnatural!”

Adrien stared at his phone in disbelief. She’d known he was bisexual from the start! She’d never seemed to have a problem with it before!!

“Somebody sounds jealous,” Marinette drawled.

“You’re a freak!”

“And you’re,” Luka leaned over to tap on Adrien’s phone, “cancelled.” He hung up on her and grinned at Adrien. “And that, my friend, is how you take out the trash.”

“Thanks, you guys,” Adrien said, letting out a shaky breath. “Usually my break-ups require a few more shouting matches and bottles of wine.”

And more of me sobbing into my pillow, he added silently.

“Aww,” Marinette cooed, holding him tighter, “poor Adrikins.”

Adrien gave a weak laugh. “Please don’t ever call me that again.”

“Only for Chloé, huh?” she pouted, pulling away.

He shot her a wry grin. “It just sounds weird when you say it.” To his surprise, her face softened.

“All right then, kitty,” she said softly. Adrien felt his heart leap, especially when she let him go and stroked his hair again. Yes! Yes, that one will do quite nicely, thank you! “Let’s get supper cleaned up and then we can go cuddle, okay?”

“Okay,” he whispered, leaning into her touch desperately.

“Why don’t you two go ahead,” Luka suggested. “I’ll clean up.” He started clearing the table.

“You sure?” Marinette asked, giving him a quick peck as he passed by.

“Yeah. You can,” he gave Adrien a suggestive smirk, “get him ready.” Adrien gulped, wondering just what they might have planned for him—

“No sex tonight,” Marinette suddenly declared.

“What?! Aww…” He and Luka made disappointed sounds.

“Nope,” she said firmly. “If we’re going to try for a real relationship here, we have to have more than just the physical. And since you two have already jumped the gun today—”

“I already apologized for that!” Luka protested.

“—then we need to have a session where everyone feels loved and accepted,” she finished, glaring at her blue-haired boyfriend. “So,” she turned on Adrien, “tonight we are going to cuddle your ‘codependent’ ass until you get some much-needed sleep.”

Adrien opened his mouth to retort, but then he closed it again. Who could argue with something like that?

#lukadrinette #lukadrienette #i still don't know how we're all spelling this thing #adrien agreste #marinette dupain cheng #luka couffaine #my sweet blueberry sandwich

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look-ma-im-on-tv · 5 years ago

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Logan's Secret

This is for @stop-it-anxiety 's fall fanfic constest! So, of course, I did some Logince bweh heh and I think it turned out pretty good!

The prompt is Logan's Secret! And this is my official entry too!

Tw: Uh... Not a lot? There's kissing (twice) Remus, food, Deceit, Deceit and Remus aren't strongly sympathetic or unsympathetic. If I missed any, please let me know!

Ships: Logince! Yay!

Word Count: 3,541

"Falsehood!"

"You make ONE mistake--"

"...is an idea that I love POSSIBLY EVEN MORE!"

The small, criticizing voice in the back of Logan's head told him, these are the outbursts we internalize.

For years now, Logan was known to be Logic and nothing more. He was the embodiment of information, with no emotions at all. Or, that's what he wished he was. But despite how much Logan denied it or wished it wasn't true, he did feel emotions. A lot. And he could never let the other sides know. He had to keep this secret to himself. They'd never be able to trust him with a decision again if they knew. Even now he wasn't taken seriously. It would only get worse if people knew he felt complicated, illogical emotions. Especially…

No. Logan refused to admit that secret, even to himself.

"Logan?" Someone asked, pulling him out of his thoughts. It was Roman, the creative side. The two of them were sat on the floor of Roman's room, papers with ideas and schedules scattered everywhere. They were planning one of Thomas' videos again. Logan had always thought that Roman's ideas were outrageous. Dragon fighting, a house behind a waterfall, none of it ever made sense to him. However, Logan accepted the prince anyways. Probably even because of it. Roman's ability to drift away from reality and bring Logan with him made things seem easier. It was quite comforting in its own way.

"Hey Specs, you there? Earth to Logan!" He had forgotten to reply to the prince.

"Hm, yes. I apologize. I appear to have been hyper focused on my own thoughts for a moment there."

"You mean you were daydreaming?"

"No, of course not! What is it you want anyways?"

"Ah--Nothing, Specs. I suppose I was just… worried. Forget about it all, okay?" Roman's face turned a worrying shade of red.

"Are you feverish? Do you feel ill, Roman?" Logan started to lift his hand to check Roman's temperature, but stopped himself out of embarrassment.

"Uh--No, no. I'm fine, Lo, don't worry about it."

"Good." Logan held back a relieved smile, hopefully continuing his blank expression. "Now, let us return to planning the next video, shall we?"

~~~~~~~~~~

Roman smiled, looking hard at the floor so Logan wouldn't see. Roman really enjoyed working with the logical side. He was insightful, yet not harsh. He looked up at Logan, blushing when he saw him push up his glasses with that look in his eyes. That look that could capture an entire galaxy. There was so much curiosity, so much passion behind those lenses. When he looked into Logan's eyes, it was like seeing a glimpse of the real him. He knew there had to be more to him than he let on. That look told him. That part of him was what Roman liked--no, loved--about Logan.

But if he were to ever express his admiration, he'd be shut down so fast his head would spin. No matter how much he wanted him to feel, to care, he simply never would. Even when he did have that look in his eyes, well, Roman was known for imagining things. He never had a chance with Logan. And since he wouldn't and couldn't handle that rejection, he kept his feelings to himself.

"Roman? You are staring at me." Roman instantly turned bright red and returned his attention back to the floor. How embarrassing.

Roman could've sworn he heard a chuckle in the room.

~~~~~~~~~~

Logan clasped a hand over his own mouth. Had Roman noticed that? He must have. Logan fiddled with his hands and refused to look at the prince. That was too close. This is one of those outbursts we internalize.

Logan slowly and nervously looked up, nearly jumping back when he saw Roman's face only a few inches from his own. This close, Logan could see freckles dusted lightly on his cheeks. His features were lit up with a bright curious expression. There was something mysteriously handsome about Roman. Logan suddenly noticed the smile pulling at the corners of his mouth and the red flush in his face. He quickly forced away the smile and turned away to hide his blushing.

"Was that… You, Lo? Did you laugh just now?" Roman sounded like he was holding back a chuckle himself.

Oh no. Logan thought. He noticed.

Logan moved back quickly and nearly lost his balance, his face even redder now. He was stumbling over his reply. "N--no! That would be… Preposterous! You know me, I don't do things like laugh."

"You also don't do things like struggle with your words, or blush, or smile." Roman quieted and abandoned his mocking tone. "Lo… you do know you can talk to me, right? You don't have to be perfect, cold, logic all the time. You don't have to hide anything…" He was acting uncharacteristically shy.

"Quiet! I am not keeping anything!" Logan snapped. Roman looked startled, then… Sad. Logan regretted yelling immediately.

"Roma--Ro…" Roman smiled a little at the nickname.

"Look Lo, it's perfectly fine if I'm wrong here, or if you would prefer not to tell me. But I believe you really do feel things more than you like to let on!"

~~~~~~~~~~

Oh I desperately hope I'm right here.

Roman was worried that he had only made things worse. He should've kept quiet, but he was terrible at keeping his thoughts to himself. He has never seen Logan so nervous and fidgety, he was frantically adjusting his tie.

"I'm sorry, Lo. I didn't mean to--"

"No. No, it's fine. I suppose it isn't good for me to not tell you. The truth is… You are right. I do feel emotions, Roman." He said it as if he was confessing to a crime. "However, I do not want to."

"Why not? This is great!"

"No it is not!" Logan stood up and started pacing around the room. "No one will ever take me seriously. I can't even make proper decisions like this! Feelings and emotions are completely ridiculous. I am Logic! This goes against everything possible!"

"Logan, calm down. You should sit." He sat back down in a huff. "Logan, emotions aren't ridiculous whatsoever. They might not always make sense, but they help make you more… Complete." Suddenly, Roman lit up. "And one of the best things in the universe is when you are so incredibly passionate or happy that you feel as if you are about to explode!" Roman did a dramatic explosion motion with his hands and fell backwards laughing. He got back up at the sound of a chuckle and a gasp. Logan looked startled at himself.

"It's okay to laugh, Specs." Roman comforted him.

Logan's shocked expression shifted into the smallest warm smile.

From then on, Roman was nothing but cheery and accepting when Logan was around. He did what he could when they were alone to make him laugh. He just wanted Logan to have a better viewpoint on emotions. The two would watch Disney movies together, color pictures, listen to music, make jokes, any positive, fun things that Roman thought he might enjoy. They got along very well, and Logan always left Roman's room with a smile on his face, even when they had spent the day venting or even crying.

This first time Logan cried was because he still felt broken for having emotions. It was so different to Roman, seeing him like that. Of course, he had tried to not cry, but that only made it worse. He got to the point of sobbing before Roman calmed him down.

"I am so flawed! How is it possible for me to be like this? I am supposed to be the one keeping things in check and in order. How could I let something like this get through? No logical decision has any emotions behind it and yet… I'm like this! You guys could never trust me again…" Logan had yelled through his tears, furiously trying to wipe them from his face. His shoulders shook with the sobs and he was bent over with his face in his hands.

Roman had placed a comforting arm around his back, causing Logan to look up, his face tear-streaked and red. It was a devastating sight to Roman. He hated seeing him like this, so hurt. It made the prince want to cry himself.

"What… Are you doing Roman?"

"Comforting you. It's okay Logan. It's okay to have emotions. You are amazing, exactly as you are. You are not flawed, or broken, or defective. You are strong, and good, and so incredibly smart that even I cannot begin to comprehend it. And I would trust you with my life. I believe almost all of us would."

"You believe so?"

"Of course I do, Lo. Just because you have emotions doesn't mean you can't make the right decision. I mean, you have had these emotions the whole time, right? You just didn't let us know?" Logan nodded. "See? And you still make great decisions, you are still great. You admitting this doesn't change a thing." Roman smiled at him.

~~~~~~~~~~

Roman was the best at making Logan feel better. He always seemed to know the right things to say, and of course there was that smile. His smile was incredibly contagious, and everything about him made Logan happy. He loved spending time with the prince, and while he didn't much care for what they did together, he still enjoyed himself. Roman was a bit of an enigma to him, puzzling him with every facial expression he made and every word he said. But he didn't mind that. It just made Logan want to be around him even more.

Tonight was the weekly dinner. Each week, all of the sides, including Deceit and Remus, had dinner together and talked about what happened during the week. This was the first dinner since Logan had confessed his secret to Roman, so he was expecting the worst. He didn't want anyone other than Roman to know yet. He could easily see the others mocking him, even if they didn't mean any harm by it all. He sat down in his place anxiously. Patton brought plate after plate of food to the table and everyone else took their seats.

"What a magnificent job, Patton! The food looks wonderful!" Roman cried out cheerily.

"Yes, I agree. Good job, Patton." Logan added stiffly. If he kept the conversation focused on someone else, his secret might just survive the night.

"Well, thanks kiddos! I did my best!" Patton smiled brightly, which made Logan relax significantly.

They all got their food, with the exception of Remus, who had brought his own 'food,' which consisted of bricks with nail polish dressing, wood chips, and of course, a stick of deodorant for dessert. While the sides never got or needed any nutritional value from their food, they liked eating every now and then for the taste of it. Logan figured that they all just let Remus have his own taste.

For a moment they ate their food with little chatter, none of which was thankfully targeted at Logan. He knew that wouldn't last too long.

"So! Roman, Logan, how's this week's video planning going?" Patton asked.

Virgil was curious too, "It seemed pretty tense for a minute there. You guys know I can tell when you're well," he gestured to himself, "anxious, right? So what happened?"

Logan tried to reply, but whatever lie he might have been able to come up with just got caught in his throat anyways, so he let Roman answer.

"Ah--well, for a moment we just… Couldn't find a good topic! That's all, no need to worry. We figured it out so it's fine."

You are absolutely horrid at lying, Roman. Yet, Logan appreciated Roman's efforts anyways. It was clear he cared about Logan, and about keeping his secret safe. Logan knew this was going bad though when Deceit smiled mischievously. He could always spot a lie.

"What a wonderful explanation, Roman. That doesn't sound like a lie at all," he hissed out. Not menacingly, he didn't want to start something or anything, but he knew Roman was lying and was calling him out on it.

Patton looked hurt and shocked. "Are you… Lying to us Roman?"

"What? No! I would never do anything like that!"

Remus jumped in on the action, sneering "Ooh, is that a smelly little lie I hear?"

Logan noticed Virgil staring at him and suddenly became acutely aware of the worry visible in his expression. He forced his features to relax, quickly adding to the conversation, "I don't understand why any of you would not believe Roman. His explanation is logical and accurate." Logan realized how rushed he sounded, a sign of nervousness.

Virgil looked confused. "You're… Scared? Both of you?" Of course he could tell.

"Of course not, you--you idiot!" Roman yelled, quieting the whole table. It had been a long time since Roman had said something like that to Virgil. Everyone knew that something was wrong.

Patton leaned forward, concerned. "You guys… What is it? What's wrong?"

"Nothing is wro--"

"Enough, Roman. It's fine."

"What?" Roman protested.

"I can simply tell them. It's too late to continue attempting to keep any sort of secret." He sighed, hearing the defeat in his own voice. Logan appreciated what Roman was doing, but he couldn't let this get any worse. He especially didn't want Roman looking like the bad guy. He had helped him so much, it was only fair for Logan to return the favor. Even if it meant the secret they had worked to keep had to be revealed.

~~~~~~~~~~

Roman was shocked. Was Logan going to tell them? He turned to him, worried about the logical side. He had such a defeated look on his face, his head drooping down sadly. Roman put a comforting hand on his arm, realizing that this had to be done, but still helping Logan as much as he could. "Are you sure about this, Lo?"

Logan sighed and said, "Yes." He turned to face everyone, and Roman could tell that he really didn't want to do this. Yet, even so, the way he presented himself made Roman feel light and proud. Logan didn't bother with looking shy, instead he sat tall and looked as he was giving the most important speech in his life. He looked almost confident, strong, despite being in a vulnerable position.

"I suppose the cause for any worry is the fact that I've recently admitted that… That I am flawed. I actually do feel emotions."

Roman couldn't let him explain it like that. "You're not flawed! You're great how you are!"

Patton smiled, and almost laughed. "Well of course you feel, silly! You're not flawed!"

Logan's brow furrowed and he tilted his head to the side slightly. Roman thought it was adorable. "You are wrong. I am Logic, therefore I should not feel emotions and this is an error to some degree."

"None of us are just one thing, kiddo. And we can all feel and be like each other! And really, thanks for telling us. It shows you trust us."

Roman saw Logan freeze.

~~~~~~~~~~

Logan was not expecting that reaction at all. However… Patton was right.

Everyone was smiling and reassuring Logan, telling him that he was great and valid just the way he was. And for the first time, he smiled in front of everyone. It was one of the best days Logan ever had. He was so scared, but now he didn't understand what for. They finished their dinners and discussions and everyone but Roman and Logan sank back down to their rooms.

"Roman? I… Wanted to show my appreciation for today. To say… Thank you. Thank you very much."

"What? Logan, you were incredible today! I'm so proud of you, you were able to tell everyone! You defeated your own dragon witch!"

Logan smiled, something he had started to really enjoy doing. "I could not have done so without you being there. It's because of you that I was able to have any amount of confidence."

"Well… You are very welcome then. Have a good night, Lo. Sleep well."

Logan felt his cheeks flush red, matching Roman's. "You too, Ro."

Over the next few days, Logan still detested the fact that he felt emotions, but the other sides helped a lot, especially Roman. When he was with Roman, he felt comfortable enough to laugh and smile. It was freeing and nice. But most of the time, his emotions still made him feel… Broken.

"Roman?"

"Yeah, Specs?"

"Do you suppose that you could explain to be again why me having emotions is not bad? It is my hope that the reinforcement will assist me to feel less… defective. "

"Defective?"

"Yes."

"Lo, you're not defective. You're not a robot. You're you. And I'll--we'll-- always be there for you, emotions and all. And I enjoy being around the you with emotions, the real you. It's great."

Logan looked down, smiling. He was happy that Roman liked him with feelings. Logan looked up at the prince, who was already looking at him. Roman always looked so genuine, so excited and caring. And he was handsome too.

He had full lips with smile lines around them, and sparkling hazel eyes. Everything about him was so real, yet so attractive. The way his hair fell over his forehead, how his smiles always reached his eyes… Roman was simply gorgeous to Logan, inside and out. He was always so caring towards him. He helped him every day, just by being himself. Logan always felt safe and happy around him, his outlandish ideas and cheery pastimes one of the things Logan looked forward to most. Roman really was like a prince, and Logan couldn't seem to understand why… Why he wanted to stay like this, looking into each other's eyes, forever.

~~~~~~~~~~

Roman only wanted Logan to be happy. And it seemed like he was. His deep brown eyes were sparkling, and he had a smile that could light up the entire world. He was so smart, and kind, and caring, even when he didn't want to show it. And lately, after admitting his emotions, he was somehow even better to be around. His laugh was better than any songbird's song, his smile brighter than the sun, and his company better than anyone else's.

Roman knew that what he was about to do was stupid. He wasn't oblivious after all. A million thoughts ran through his head, but only one stuck with him:

I love you.

Because he really did, and now, with his heart racing and head spinning, he knew that this was his only chance. Roman held a hand up to Logan's cheek, desperately trying not to shake too much, and kissed him.

~~~~~~~~~~

It was a gentle kiss, caring and reserved. Still, Logan was shocked, his eyes wide in surprise. He had no clue that Roman would ever do that. And yet, for some reason, Logan had never felt so happy.

Upon seeing Logan's shocked expression, Roman immediately pulled away, apologizing profusely.

"Oh no, what have I done? Logan--I--I am so sorry. I shouldn't have done that, I mean, you just told me that you feel anything at all and I go and do something stupid like that. God, I'm sorry Lo…"

Logan understood now. "Roman, it's perfectly alright."

"I know, I'm sorry, it was stupi--wait, what? Are you not mad?"

"That would be a negative. That wasn't stupid and… I'm not mad. Quite the opposite actually…"

"What? Why?"

Logan sighed, saying under his breath, "Because I believe I feel the same way you do."

Logan went against anything that Logic had ever told him, and listened to his emotions instead. He brought his hand up to Roman's chin and gently pulled him closer. Logan finally thought of the perfect words to describe the prince. Roman shined like a star. He had a wonderful, perfect glow about him that Logan felt addicted to. With a freeing feeling, Logan finally admitted his true secret. To himself, and to this star of a person, he said,

"I have one last secret, Roman… I love you."

And he kissed him with purpose and meaning, despite having no clue how. Roman seemed shocked for only a moment before sinking into the kiss and wrapping his arms around Logan's neck. They smiled into each other's lips, enjoying finally being able to be together.

Logan felt everything at once. He felt a little mad that Roman never told him, sad that he didn't tell him himself. But over all of that, he felt happy. He felt love. He cared about Roman, every part of him. And he knew that Roman felt the same.

They pulled apart and moved to sit against Roman's bed. Logan slowly lowered his head until it rested on Roman's shoulder, and looked up at the prince to make sure it was okay. After confirmation from Roman, and after pushing his own thoughts away, Logan melted into him. Roman conjured stars that basked them in a soft glow and said,

"I love you too, Lo."

And they stayed like that until both of them happily fell asleep in each other's arms.

#logince #logan sanders #roman sanders #deceit sanders #patton sanders #remus sanders #virgil sanders #emotional logan #sympathetic sides #fanfic #sanders sides fanfic #writing #tv's writing

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girlinthecorner19 · 4 years ago

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Rinku

Chapter 1: Zuko Alone

Heeeyyy so idk how to do a master list so if someone could help me with that, what would just swell. I am currently writing chapter 2 so you don't have to wait long for an update! It will probably be out by the end of the weekend. I start work again on the 13th so I won't update as often :,(

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Zuko was alone and starving. He could still smell the cooking meat from the fire if the family he passed. He once again clutched his grumbling stomach and sighed as he swayed with the movements of the ostrich horse. He felt weak sucking the last drop of water. His eyes drooped before me momentarily closed them. He shook his head awake once he saw the haunting images of his mother though. He needed to keep going.

"Hey you there!" A voice called out. He jumped slightly at the sudden noise and looked around for its source, sounded like a girl. The mystery girl jogged up to him, he squinted as she came forward. She was wearing tan clothes that covered almost her whole body so she blended in with the dry dirt surrounding. He wasn't able to see her face until she uncovered it as she approached.

"It's been a while since I've seen anyone out here, mind if I walk with you?" She flashed him an inocente smile, but Zuko internally groaned.

The last thing he needed was more distractions.

Picking up on Zuko's hesitant looks she held up her hands. "I carry no weapons." She looked at his dual sword, but her cheerful expression didn't change till she looked over him and his Ostrich. Her face changed to potty. "but I have some supplies. Your ostrich looks just as tired as you do." Zuko studied her up and down. Her hair was up in a loose bun, a few strands framed her tanned skin. She flashed a big smile trying to ease him. He looked into her eyes. Earth Kingdom, which made sense, he was in the Earth Kingdom. But they were suck a striking emerald color, dark flex of forest green sprinkled in. He took in her beauty, but quickly shook his thoughts away. He didn't have time for beautiful, mysterious girls who came up to him promising him food.

I'm fine, you should be on your way." The girl shook her head, looking into his ostrich's eyes. Much to his dismay she stroked the animals face. It let out a pitiful sign.

"He is exhausted, you would both do well to stop." She looked up at him no longer smiling, a much more serious look on her face. It felt like she was staring into his soul. He squirmed in his saddle. "I insist you at least stop by my camp for rest, please." The way she said please almost sounded like her life depended on it.

He signed, she looked stubborn but he didn't know who to trust so he unsheathes his swords. She took a step back, looking shocked.

"Please I mean no harm I—" she pleaded

"I'm just trying to keep myself safe, I'm not attacking." He inhaled "I've been traveling a while, I don't know who to trust." His expression stiffened in crontrast she flashed another smile and took the reins of his animal. He was tired, and he did need food. She looked harmless and he was sure he could beat her if it came down to it, so might as well accept her kindness.

"I understand. It's not too far away, so don't worry." She reached into her bag, Zuko was ready to strike, and took two apples tossing one to him and fed the other to his horse. "Does he have a name?"

"No."

"Do you?"

"Yes."

She nodded but didn't question him further. There was a pause, only the crunching sound of sand and dirt under feet and the ostrich's hooves.

"Do you have a name?" He asked

"Yes." She said in a husckly voice, Zuko assume she was mocking him. After a few snickers she continued "my name is Nya.

Nya, it fit her.

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Zuko examined the campsite. It was nice he had to admit. A fast flowing stream of crystal clear water, lots of bush and trees for cover, she had a nice camp fire set up and a tent near it. It was like an oasis in the almost desert like area of the earth kingdom.

She led his horse to the stream where it drank eagerly. Taking a small cup from her bag, she filled it with the cool water and handed it to Zuko. He eagerly drank it. Nya eyed him as he gulped the water down. She blushed slightly, when he caught her staring.

"Can I have some more?" He asked politely

"Streams right there, I'm going to make us some tea."

Tea, it made him think of his uncle making him smile slightly. Once he filled his water he sat by the fire watching Nya with interest.

She looked skinny, which made sense with the amount of fashions she had. She is cute though. He huffed, causing Nya to look at him confused hold yourself together Zuko, you're on a mission. Honor is far more important than a cute girl.

They made conversation, mostly one sided by Nya as she cooked the fish and some sort of cabbage. But they sat in silence as they ate. She didn't have much food. He noted after their small meal she only had an apple, and a few berries left. She had offered the rest to him, but he felt pity, which was slightly unexpected.

She cleaned the tin dishes in the stream before sitting by the fire. She looked at the sunset then into Zuko's eyes.

"You are welcome to stay here for the night. I've got an extra sack and pillow if you need it." She offered.

He shook his head "I appreciate your generosity, I'm a stranger yet you gave me food and shelter, but I really should be getting on my way. I say a villiage just ahea—"

"They charge way too much for inns, you will never be able to afford it. They jacked up the prices since the war." Her eyes once again pleaded with him. "Please, stay." And once again she said please like her life depended on it.

Zuko felt confused, "why do you want me to stay so much, you don't know me." He asked.

Nya's face went red and she became flustered as she stumbled over her words. "I—um—"

"Spit it out!" Zuko barked. She sputtered, "come on!"

"I JUST DONT WANT TO BE ALONE!" Nya finally said. He was taken aback, inhaling sharply. She lowered her head. "I don't have very much food because people see me as weak and steal my food. Some... men..." she stopped and tears rolled down her face.

Zuko, not equipped to deal with crying girls, looked at her, eyes wide. He felt his heartened heart soften slightly. He wanted to protect her...maybe he'd just stay the night.

She cried softly to herself, and looked up. "Sorry, we just met and now I'm crying to you about my problems." She laughed slightly.

"I'll stay with you." He said looking up at the orange sky.

She gasped and lunged forward putting her arms around his neck. Zuko was ready to fire bend her right off of him, but the way it made him feel changed his mind. Her embrace, though was meant to comfort her, comforted him too.

What is it with this girl. He thought as he awkwardly patted her back.

"Thank you." She whispered before parting.

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Zuko lied awake, unable to sleep for multiple reasons. One she had said she gets stolen from and also... he just couldn't see why anyone would want to hurt her. She's just a nice girl. Two he didn't like sleeping next to people he didn't know. And three this girl could potentially be a major set back. In the hours of knowing her she had managed to make him blush, and think of her as cute and beautiful.

She is... he thought as he rolled onto his side, watching her peaceful expression on her face and the steady rise and fall of her chest. Damn he thought angrily and rolled to his back.

He didn't know when he fell asleep but he was awoken by rustling in the bushes. He instantly got up and too his swords out of the sleeping sack.

He circled the camp site, but it was silent.

"Show yourself you coward." He whispered.

The tree above him shook, and he quickly drew back. "So the little girl got herself a bodyguard. I'll make quick work if you, kid" the slimy voice above him said.

"We will see about that." Zuko gritted his teeth. And debated whether he should firebend this bitch into next week make the first move.

The man jumped out of the tree. He wore a hood, but Zuko could tell from his build he was a grown man. Anger built inside of him at the thought of him taking advantage of a young girl who couldn't be older than 17.

"You're just a kid what are you going to do?" He taunted.

But his eyes widened with shock when Zuko rushed I'm with speed he didn't expect. Swords clashed. The thief backed away, but Zuko quickly advanced. And with one swift move he disarmed him.

"You are one of the most dispicable humans out there. You pray on the weak, and steal from the poor. Only picking a fight with those you know cannot defend themselves." He spat at him, holding both swords to his throat. "Give me one reason I shouldn't end your life."

"I—please have mercy I'll never bother her again I promise!" He sank to his knees and begged.

"Scum! Of course you won't because I'm going to—"

"Zuko STOP!" Nya rushed over to him grabbing his arm to lower the sword. He did but kept eye contact with the thief.

"He should pay for his crimes." He growled his left sword almost touching the thief's throat.

"Yes, but not by death he will be put in jail. Or maybe the soldiers in the city will rough him up a bit. But death in not for us to decide." She stepped in front of Zuko and lowered both of the swords.

He huffed "you would get along great with my sister." He said sarcastically. Zuko looked back down at the man who was shaking with fear then back to Nya. "Got any rope?"

****

It was morning by the time Zuko got back to Nya's campsite. He tossed her some gold pieces. She looked up confused.

"Turns our he was a wanted thief so, I got some bounty from it." Zuko said as he began packing up his things.

"You're leaving so soon?" She asked.

"Yeah." Zuko stopped packing and looked into her eyes, but they were angry. "You know," he drew his swords, Nya's heart dropped and she stepped back. "I realized something you said while I was traveling back."

She continued to step back, but panicked once she hit a tree. Sweat dripping down her face. "What is that?"

Zuko stepped forward his face inches away. "How do you know my name?"

She gasped, scared if she told the truth he would think she was lying and kill her. "You're Prince Zuko, everyone knows who you are!"

He shook his head. "No. People know my name, but not many out fo the fire nation would know what I look like." He was so close she could feel his breath on her face. And even though she feared for her life, a light rose tint painted itself on her cheeks. She stared into his golden eyes.

"I...I don't actually know..." she looked down, tear fell from her eyes which made Zuko hesitant and step back. "I can't explain it, but when I say you on the road... something inside me told me I needed to talk to you. And the more I was with you the more I felt I was connected to you. And then as I was sleeping I had a—a vision I guess." She looked back up, Zuko's mouth parted at the determination in her eyes. "And now I'm sure that I'm supposed to travel with you Zuko! I know I'm supposed to help you find the Avatar!"

Aaaah I can't tell if this is good XD. Let me know what you think and thank you so much for reading.

Writing this is actually more difficult than I thought. Writing for Zuko is challenging, but good practice for difficult characters. Like he's kinda an ass but also he's fighting with himself bc he secretly do want to be good. So writing his interactions with Nya is kinda tough. I'm also very thirsty for Zuko so I just wanna write some heavy make out scene. I'm going to write smut but I'm trying to go easy on it. But I want to but can't bc Zuko is not a slut so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯. But also I'm like choke me you sexy son of a bitch. Wow I have no chill ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°).

#zuko x oc #zuko/reader #zuko #avatar the last airbender #avatar #uncle iroh #fanfic #eventual fluff #eventual romance #slow burn #eventual smut

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matsislander-blog · 6 years ago

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Staring at you standing there in that dress

“Brock Boeser + wedding day?“

Here’s the Brock imagine someone requested, I hope you like it! I really have like no self control when it comes to writing these imagines bc i literally cannot make them short like i cant stop talking while writing them you know?? Hopefully it isn’t too long!

Words: 1140

Warnings: None, just me babbling for hours

You and Brock had met back when you were both were out at a dog park in Vancouver. As soon as you’d let your dog off the leash, she ran a straight b-line over to a tall blonde guy. He was wearing light jeans that clung to his body just right. You could see how nice of a butt he had in them. He was also wearing a black hoodie, and a black hat, backwards on his head. She was jumping up at him and getting mud all over his beautifully fitting jeans. You ran over to her telling her to get down as well as apologizing to the man, a very sexy man might you add. “It’s no problem.” He laughed. “She must sense that I’m a good guy I guess”. He responded with a wink. You laughed. “she does have good taste.” you said. Now you can’t stop thinking of how dumb and creepy you probably sounded and how uncomfortable you’re about the make the situation. “She’s pretty like her owner, I’m Brock” he walked closer to shake your hand. “(y/n)” you responded blushing. You two sat around and talked for hours. It was the easiest flowing conversation that you’d ever had. He was so easy going, and the way that we was interacting with his dog and yours made your heart flutter. As it began to get dark and cooled down a bit, you decided it was best to get your dog home. “Could I maybe get your number? Maybe we could meet here again, I’m sure Coolie would love another play date.” Internally screaming in your head you took his phone and added your number into it. The two of you continued to meet at the dog park almost every day after that. It then escalated to dinner dates and to hanging out at his house because “coolie missed you” as Brock would say. Since then there hadn’t been a day that you guys didn’t see each other in some way or another. This eventually led to you guys moving in together and quickly getting engaged.

That’s how you ended up here. Standing in from of a mirror staring at yourself in a long white dress. Your hair and makeup done exactly how you’d imagined it. Your friends and family rushing around the room to finish getting ready and talking amongst themselves. Your mom came up behind you, putting her arms around your waist and giving you a loving squeeze. “You look beautiful, he’s going to be so excited when he sees you.” she says. She was right, you did look beautiful. The white dress clinging exactly where it's flattering. Your hair in long loose curls down your back. You turned around and gave her a long hug. “Ok (y/n) it’s time!” your maid of honour squealed. Your heart started beating so fast, you couldn’t believe in just a few short minutes you’ll be walking down the aisle to the love of your life, Brock. As you walked to the church, you were met with your dad, who’s going to be walking down the aisle. Your dad looked stunned, taken back with how beautiful you looked. “look at you, you look amazing. Brock is so lucky.” He whispers in your ear. “I love you” he says. “I love you” you respond. As the doors open, and everyone stands, you can’t even register who exactly is all there. All you can see is Brock. He’s in a perfect fitting black suit. His blonde locks gelled back to perfection. All you can think of is how excited you are for your honeymoon and especially to get that suit off of him, but you needed to push that farther back in your head. Brock’s looking at you with the biggest smirk. He cannot believe that he gets to marry someone like you. He brings a hand up to wipe away a stray tear going down his cheek. His brother patting him on the back, “look at her man” he says.

When you get up to the alter, you and Brock join hands. He looks at you and smiles. “so beautiful” he mouths to you. You blush and look down at your conjoined hands. God, you are so happy right now. You aren’t really listening to anything the priest is saying. You can’t take your eyes off Brock. The way his eyes crinkle when he smiles, and the small looks of admiration he keeps giving you. His giant hands wrapped in yours, and he continuously swipes his thumb over top of your knuckles to let you know he’s thinking about you and to comfort you. You’re brought back when it’s time for the vows. Brock pulls out a folded piece of paper with words written on it. “(y/n), I’ve never been so happy that a small dog ruined my favourite pair of jeans.” you laugh, giving him a small glare as a joke. “I never thought i’d be able to love someone the way i love you. I’m so thankful to have you as my person, but as my biggest supporter. I’m so lucky and grateful to be the person that you want to spend the rest of your life with. You are so special to me. I promise to show you for the rest of my life how much I love you. Anything you say is alright with me. I love you.” At this point you're crying and don’t know how you’re going to read yours. “Brock, the love i have for you in unexplainable. I promise to have the same love, admiration and patience, even when you don’t put your clothes in the laundry bin when its a foot away, for the rest of my life. You came into my life and made it better, you made it full of love, laughs and happiness. Thank you for being there for me even when your thousands of miles away. I couldn’t picture my life without you, and i never want to experience that. I’ll always be your biggest fan, and cheer you on with whatever you do. Thank you for loving me whole-heartedly. I love you”. With that, you exchange rings. His big hands shaking while putting your ring on your small hand. He looks at you with pink cheeks and a small smirk. “Congratulations Mr. and Mrs. Boeser. You may now kiss the bride.” the priest speaks. Everyone stands and is clapping and cheering. Brock grabs your face with his hands and lays a gentle kiss on your lips, he then leans in again and kisses you harder. His brother claps him on the back, “ok buddy save that for later, lets get to the reception!” he says. You both laugh. Brocks hand finds your, and you both walk down the aisle to the limo waiting out front to take you to the reception. As you get into the car, Brock wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you into his side. “I love you, Mrs. Boeser, this is the best gift anyone could have ever given me”.

#brock boeser #brock boeser imagine #vancouver canucks #nhl imagine

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ilovemygaydad · 5 years ago

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Little Talks

from the friends in dark places au

pairing: remile, background logince, background moxiety

summary: remy andersen may be a stubborn, rude, leather-jacket wearing prick, but... nope, that’s it. that’s all he is.

WARNINGS: angsty mutual pining, teasing, flirting with someone else’s boyfriend (in a teasing manner), self hate, internalized enbyphobia, internalized transphobia, internalized queerphobia, doubting one’s sexuality, anxiety, trying to change for a crush, physical violence, transphobic slur, fighting, broken/bloody nose, small fight scene, doubtfulness, lots of swearing, mentions of wanting to die, manhandling, harassment, making out, kissing, flirting, being flustered, bets, possibly something else

tag list: @hufflepuffgirl01 @cocobearthe4th @cas-is-a-hunter @band-be-boss-blog @theunoriginaldaisy and, by request for remile, @notalwaysthevillian

a/n: jsyk, it’s totally okay to ask for a modified chapter if you need it or if i need to add tags! i get it, and it’s no problem for me to quick edit a chapter or whatever :) also, feel free to send requests or questions that you have!

first of main plot - companions

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Remy dramatically flopped onto the bench at Logan’s table with an equally dramatic huff.

“Remus, why have you suddenly decided to… grace us with your presence?” Logan deadpanned.

“Lo, sweetheart, can’t I just sit with my cousin and his lovely friends every once in a while?”

“No,” Logan said. “You cannot because there is never a time that you interact with me if it isn’t for a favor or to insult me.”

Remy gasped, glancing at the other patrons of the table. The emo one looked confused and borderline terrified, and Remy would feel bad if his problems weren’t more important. “Can y’all believe what he’s saying? I’m hurt, truly.”

“Just say whatever it is that you want to so that we may go back to eating our meals in peace.”

“Fine. I need help wooin’ this absolute doll of a girl, and--”

“Hold up,” Roman interrupted. “I thought you were gay.”

If Remy had rolled his eyes any harder, he might have strained a muscle. “Ro, honey, I’d have to be deader’n dirt if I wasn’t attracted to Emile freaking Picani. Ain’t no sexuality that can trump utter beauty.”

or maybe he wasn't gay maybe he was straight or pan or maybe he only liked emile because sometimes she wanted to use he/him pronouns--

“Okay, fair.”

“So,” Logan started, tilting his head the tiniest bit. “Why’d you come to me for romance advice, of all people?”

“Because you caught yourself a cutie--” Remy winked at Roman over his sunglasses-- “so you’ve obviously got some sort of game.”

Logan blushed slightly. “You do know about the whole fight thing, right?”

Remy rolled his eyes again. “Sugar, I’m not as much of a dumbass as you. I can navigate around any dumb advice you give me.”

“Rem—“

“Please, Logan,” Remy pleaded, gripping his cousin’s shoulders. He hated to have to stoop to begging, but he felt so desperate. “You can’t imagine how badly I want Emile to see me as a worthy partner.”

“Remy, kiddo, you’ve gotta breathe, okay?” Patton coaxed from across the table. “You’re going to work yourself into a panic if you don’t take it easy.”

And Remy knew that it wasn’t a big deal, but he couldn’t shake his doubts.

“I just… Emile is a livin’ blessing, and I’m the equivalent of milk left out on a hot, sunny day. I ain’t got a chance with ‘er if I can’t get a fairy godmother to bippity-boppity-boo me into a respectable young man.”

The emo kid slightly raised his hand, making eye contact with his lunch. “Uh, who’s Emile?”

“Oh my goodness gracious!” Remy exclaimed. “I can’t believe you don’t know who Emile Picani is. She is just the sweetest; let me tell you. She absolutely adores cartoons, and she loves helping others--I swear, that girl is gonna fix the whole world someday. She--oops, they must’ve changed headbands during lunch. They’re right over there. The cutie with the gorgeous brown hair and blue headband.” A dreamy sigh escaped him as he pushed his sunglasses into his hair. “They look good in every outfit they wear, on my honor! They’re wearin’ this Steven Universe skater skirt today, and it shows off their legs in a way that’s got me half a step away from fainting. Honest to god, I can’t believe that they’re still single. They’re absolute perfection.”

“I don’t… You just…” The emo boy trailed off, unable to find his words. “You seem really in love with them. I just don’t see why you think that you don’t have a chance.”

Remy frowned, turning to face the others. “Well, every time they see me walking in their general direction, they turn tail and run the opposite direction like I’m some sorta demon that’s comin’ to reap their soul. On the off chance that they hadn’t fled by the time I can get a word in, they always seem like they’d rather be eatin’ soap. It became real obvious, real fast that they ain’t into me in any way, shape, or form.”

“Well,” Patton said, staring somewhere behind Remy. “They’re coming over right now.”

“What? Shit--”

“Hey, guys!” Emile greeted in their sweet, gentle voice as they walked up to the table. Everyone turned to look at them, save for Remy. “Can I borrow Remy for a bit?”

Remy put on his sweetest, fakest smile and finally looked at Emile. “‘Course, hon. You wanna go somewhere else?”

“Yeah, that’d be great, thanks.” Emile began to walk toward the hall, and Remy quickly got up to follow. He took one last glance toward the table and caught Roman winking at him. God bless that boy’s soul.

They ended up just outside the cafeteria. Remy leaned against the wall, sliding his sunglasses back over his face in the hopes that he’d be less of an idiot with them on, and Emile stood a couple of feet away. They were nervously picking at a loose thread on their sweater, so Remy patiently waited for them to speak. There was no reason for him to make a fool of himself if he didn’t need to.

“Did I do something to upset you?”

Remy was so stunned by the question that he couldn’t even get a word in.

“‘Cause, like, you were staring at me earlier, and I’m probably jumping to conclusions like always, but I’d hate it if I hurt you. That would be a really shi--”

“You’re kiddin’ me, right?”

Emile’s face twisted in confusion. “What? No, of course not.”

“Darlin’, there’s just about nothin’ that you could do to make me mad at you. I was just--” Staring creepily at you because I think you’re the finest thing under the sun. Yeah, Remy. That’d be real cool of you to say-- “I was just starin’ off into space.”

“Oh. Okay.” There was an awkward pause before Emile blurted out, “Cool, well, I’m gonna go now. Bye!”

They were gone in a flash, leaving Remy staring at the space that they’d previously occupied. With a heavy sigh, he exited the school. Lucky him, having a free period after lunch anyway. He could cry in the comfort of his own home.

---

If you had told Remy Andersen a week ago that he’d be wearing a sweatshirt to school, he would have told you, “I’d rather be dead than wear a sweatshirt, sugar.”

Well.

The point still stood because Remy really fucking wanted to die.

And, yes, it was his own choice to completely disregard all of the times that his friends had told him not to change just to impress some boy, but heaven be damned if Remy wasn’t thirsty as hell. There was a cute boy, and Remy was ready and willing to try just about anything to gain the ability to kiss that pretty face.

Read: almost anything.

Remy wanted his leather jacket back, and he wanted his ripped skinny jeans, not the plain blue ones that he’d pulled from the darkest recesses of his wardrobe. He’d had to borrow this baby blue hoodie from Patton because, of course, he owned zero hoodies.

And everything was fucking great because Emile was totally paying attention to him trying to be more approachable.

This was fine. Everything was fucking fine.

---

Remy wore sweatshirts for a whole two days before he caved and went back to his leather jacket. There was exactly zero change in the way that Emile acted, and it fucking sucked. It was pretty obvious that he had no chance in getting Emile’s attention, and there was even less of a chance of actually being able to date them. Or even of being Emile’s friend because the fact still stood that Emile disliked Remy so much that they physically ran away every time he was nearby.

Thus, it was Dramatic Bitch Hours, and Dramatic Bitch Hours meant spending the entirety of lunch outside, brooding in the student courtyard.

Although it was nearing the end of May, it was a rather chilly day, and very few students wanted to be outside in the cold. One might suspect that Remy wouldn’t like the cooler days with him being from the south and all, but he found them rather pleasant for this very reason. Fewer people made it easier to relax and brood in peace. He was the only one in the courtyard, which made everything so nice and peaceful.

Well…

It was peaceful for a few minutes before some idiotic jocks decided to barge in.

“Don’t run away from us you fucking tranny!”

“You can’t waltz around and pretend to be something you aren’t,” a second voice snarled. “We saw you using the men’s bathroom earlier.”

“I’m surprised, seeing as your heads are so far up your asses!” a smaller voice shot back.

A smaller voice that belonged to the one and only Emile Picani.

Shit.

“Don’t fucking talk to us like that!” The group rounded the corner, and Remy could see that it was two jocks (one tall and the other muscular) harassing Emile. It felt like slow motion as he saw Emile’s small body stumble after being pushed by the taller jock.

“Hey!” Remy shouted, launching up from his table and storming over to the group. “Y’all had better knock it off real fast and leave them alone!”

The taller one sneered. “Or what? You’ll hit us with your precious sunglasses?” He took a step forward, and the other jock grabbed Emile from the ground in a tight grip.

“Remy, stop,” they pleaded. “Please, just leave.”

“Yeah, Remy,” mocked the muscular boy, gripping Emile even tighter. “Run away like the coward you are.”

Remy glared at the jock looming over him. “Sorry, doll. I don’t back down so easy.”

There was about a half second of angry silence before the tall one pounced at him. With the grace of many years of training, Remy took advantage of the momentum and threw the jock over his shoulder. The boy let out a heavy wheeze as the air was knocked clean out of his lungs, and Remy turned to face the other bully just in time to see Emile thrown to the ground again. The boy who had been holding them growled, stalking up to Remy and reeling back for a punch.

In a fraction of a second, Remy’s knee jerked up to catch the jock in the stomach. He took advantage of the moment of shock and ran his elbow into his nose. The boy stumbled back, clutching his face. The taller jock, who had recovered from being thrown, ran over to his friend with a gasp.

Remy casually straightened out his jacket, not even slightly winded. “I think it’d be the best for both of y’all if you went to the nurse’s office. That broken nose sure ain’t gonna heal itself, hon.”

The boys began to rush out of the courtyard, but Remy called out to them, “Oh, and I wouldn’t tell anyone what really happened out here.” He smirked. “Wouldn’t want everyone to know that y’all got beat up by the queer kid, now would we?”

Both jocks had the fear of god in their eyes as they nodded and ran into the building. As soon as they were gone, Remy was at Emile’s side.

“Sugar, are you okay?”

Emile nodded slightly as Remy sat down next to them. “Yeah, just startled. Also, how the hell did you do that?”

“I’m a black belt in taekwondo. Ma thought it’d be a good way to get out my destructive energy as a kid, so I ended up getting real invested.” Remy shrugged. He didn’t find it a very interesting part of his history, but it was useful at times.

“Holy shmokes…”

Remy smiled slightly, leaning back on his hands. “Y’know, I’d reckon that this is the longest conversation that we’ve had without you runnin’ off.”

A bright pink blush spread across Emile’s cheeks. “I’m so sorry.”

“‘S all right,” Remy said, waving his hand dismissively. “Ain’t your fault that you don’t like bein’ ‘round me, hon. I don’t really blame ya; I’d prob’ly hate me, too, if I were you.”

“You think I hate you?” Emile’s voice sounded sad and hurt, which didn’t make any goddamn sense.

“Yeah? Sure made it seem like you did.”

“Oh my god,” Emile said. They buried their face in their hands. “God, no, Remy. I don’t hate you at all!”

Remy stared at Emile for a hot second. “If that’s some kind of practical joke, it sure as hell ain’t funny.”

“No, no! It’s for real; I swear. I don’t hate you in the slightest.” Emile peeked out from behind their fingers. “I actually kinda have a crush on you.”

“Holy shit. This can’t possibly be real.” Remy shook his head.

“Trust me, Rem. It definitely is,” Emile said as they slowly crawled into Remy’s lap. It was as if they’d been doing it their whole life. “Is this okay?”

Remy’s mind went haywire at the close proximity to his crush. “Yeah. It’s very much okay, Emile.”

“I don’t think that I’ve ever heard you call me by my real name.” Emile leaned in closer to Remy. Their eyes met, and it was easy to see the flirtatious fire in Emile’s eyes. “I wouldn’t mind hearing you say it again.”

“Gurl, you can’t--it isn’t fair for you to say that kinda stuff and expect me to think properly.”

“Maybe I don’t want you to,” Emile whispered as they finally closed the minuscule gap between their lips.

And wow. Remy had imagined being able to kiss Emile in many daydream sessions, but the real thing was something else entirely. It was soft, and he could taste brown sugar and cinnamon on Emile’s lips, but a warmth had bloomed in his chest unlike anything that he had ever felt before. It took him a second to realize in his romantic haze that he had Emile’s skirt clutched tightly in his hand, but he couldn’t really bring himself to care. Not while he was kissing a literal angel.

All too soon, Emile leaned back from the kiss. Remy pouted, but he wasn’t able to get a complaint out before Emile said, “You look absolutely wrecked right now.”

Suddenly, the heat wasn’t just in his chest. “That… I swear to god, that ain’t fair.”

Emile cocked their head the tiniest bit. “What isn’t fair?”

“No human bein’ should be so perfect. You’ve got the looks--” Remy placed a kiss on their cheek-- “and the personality--” Another kiss to their nose-- “and you’re an amazing flirt.” He pressed a final, quick kiss to Emile’s lips, which made them giggle.

“Shut up! You’ve been my boyfriend for a whole two minutes; let me get used to it before you do sappy stuff!”

Remy’s eyes widened. “I-I’m your boyfriend?”

“Yeah! I mean, unless you don’t want to! I’m not going to force you or anything—“

Emile was cut off by Remy engulfing them in a hug. “Sugar, you’ve got no idea how much I wanna be your boyfriend. I’m just surprised that you wanna court me.”

“What? Why wouldn’t I?”

“Have you not heard a single word I’ve said this whole time? You’re, like, the most incredible person on this planet. It’d be an honor just to be able to call you my friend.”

Emile laughed, leaning their head on their boyfriend’s shoulder. “Since we’re letting out our dirty laundry, I suppose that I should confess that I was worried that you weren’t going to want to date me because you’re gay, and I’m not a guy.”

“Sexuality is fluid. I can like you and still call myself gay, right?” Remy’s voice almost sounded scared—like he was afraid to say something wrong.

“That’s fair.” They felt Remy shift a bit, smiling. “Is it too early to say that I love you?”

“Nah. I love you, too.”

---

“That’ll be ten bucks, Virgil,” Logan said, holding his hand out for the money as he stared out the doors to the courtyard. They had been planning to eat outside to work on a project together, but Virgil had seen their friends sitting on the sidewalk and stopped them before they intruded.

“We don’t even know what happened! This is stupid,” Virgil grumbled as he slammed the money into Logan’s hand.

A wicked smirk spread on Logan’s face. “All’s fair in love and war.”

“I’m gonna fucking tattle on you to Patton, and he’ll kick your ass to next week.”

Terror overshadowed the smugness in Logan’s expression, and he moved to chase after his best friend. “Wait, hold on! We can talk about this!”

#sanders sides fics #remile #remy sanders #emile picani #m writes things #logince #moxiety #virgil sanders #patton sanders #logan sanders #roman sanders

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scarletraven1001 · 6 years ago

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Besties

32 – “I think I’m in love with you and I’m terrified.”

An AU Vegebul one-shot for prompt #32 on this post, requested by @heeyyy-macarena and @tsukisilverwolf.

Chapter Warning: Slight Angst; Fluff.

Also on Ao3.

All Fics in this Series: 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / 8 / 9

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Note: This will be the last of my prompt fics for this particular set of prompts. I will probably add to this if I find other interesting prompts, but for now, this is the end. I hope you enjoyed all of the stories!

Please do watch out for my next fic, a multi-chapter story, that I will start posting very soon. Thank you for all of your kind words and support!

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It hit Bulma so suddenly, that she actually gasped.

She was retelling a stupid joke that nobody else had ever laughed at, and Vegeta had looked strangely at her, shook his head, and started laughing.

He looked so relaxed, unlike his usual, stern self, and she realized that she had been holding her breath as she gazed at the way his cheeks had flushed with his glee.

And just like that, in less than the time it took for her to blink, she came to the unwelcome realization that she was in love with Vegeta.

She was in love with her best friend.

They had met when she was a freshman in university, and he a sophomore. She was sitting under the shade of a large tree in the square, and he had shown up, his dark, narrow eyes and shock of spiky dark hair considerably more threatening than his rather short stature. He unceremoniously dumped his things beside her and told her that she was in his “spot”.

He was surly but cute, sarcastic but extremely intelligent.

He was an Accounting major and she had been in Engineering, and they somehow bonded over their shared hatred for their General Education and Cognate courses.

They graduated in the same year, as Bulma had blown through her courses with ease, and both found work in the most prestigious robotics and automation firm in the country.

Right then, as they sat in the company cafeteria eating lunch, Bulma found herself facing the biggest dilemma she had ever faced since the day she met Vegeta six years ago.

“Oi. You alright?” he asked, taking in her ashen face as Bulma felt all the blood drain from her face.

“Oh, uh… yeah,” she lied, even as she truly did begin to feel lightheaded. She pushed her short blue hair back from her face, her sky-hued eyes dim with her unease. “Yeah, I just, uh… it’s hot. I feel woozy.”

“Do you want me to bring you to the clinic?” he asked, brows lowered in concern.

Her heart clenched.

It was exactly this sort of thing that had made her fall in love with him without her noticing.

“No, it’s fine, thank you Vegeta,” she whispered, shakily getting up as her mind tried to process what her heart had known for a very long time.

“Are you sure? You do not look well, Bulma. I could-”

“No, really, it’s ok,” she said, taking her purse with her s she decided to head back to her office. “Finish your lunch. I’ll be fine.”

He looked at her with naked worry in his eyes as she walked away, and she wanted to cry.

She… wasn’t ready for this.

It was a terrible thing, to be in love with Vegeta.

Not because he was a bad person, but because she knew that if she told him, and he did not feel the same way, her most cherished friendship with him would be over…

And she couldn’t lose him… that was the last thing she would ever want.

8-8-8-8-8

Bulma had never been good at being subtle, and she knew that sooner or later, Vegeta would catch up to her, corner her, and ask what was really bothering her.

She had been avoiding him.

It was extremely obvious.

It was so obvious, even her oblivious trainee, Chichi, had asked about it.

“Are you mad at Vegeta-san, Bulma-san?” Chichi asked innocently, and Bulma stiffened, raising her head to stare at the younger girl.

“Why do you think that, Chichi-san?” she asked, even as she roiled at the implication.

“Well,” Chichi said, eyes still on the stacks of reports that she was sorting for Bulma. “You both haven’t hung out here in the past week, you always leave just as he comes knockin’. Also, you’ve been out to lunch with the guys in Mech more often than him this past week. And you hate them.”

Leave it to Chichi, to put it so bluntly.

Bulma tried to quickly think of a way to divert the discussion. “Well, you and Goku from QM seem to be getting along fine.

Chichi blushed scarlet, and Bulma cheered internally as the demure young woman placed a hand against her chest, stuttering slightly as she answered.

“Yes, Bu-Bulma-san,” she smiled. “He-he asked me to dinner. We will go out on Saturday.”

“Oh, that’s great!” Bulma cheered, a genuine smile on her lips as she watched Chichi blush even redder. “I think you will make such a cute couple!”

“Ya think so, Bulma-san?”

“Yes! Absolu-”

“Bulma?” a rough, throaty voice cut her off mid-sentence, and Bulma turned startled eyes at the door, seeing Vegeta standing there with his hands crossed across his chest.

“Vegeta!” she exclaimed, flustered, as she worked to put a fake smile on her face.

“I need to talk to you,” he said without preamble.

“I’m busy right now-”

“At lunch?”

“I’m going with Chichi,” she said, startling the said girl, who looked up at her in surprise.

“After work, then,” he said, raising a hand to stop her as she stuttered out another excuse. “And do not even try to tell me that you have plans. It is Tuesday. You never go out on Tuesdays.”

He turned around and left without giving her a chance to speak, and she turned helplessly to Chichi, who just looked at her with sympathetic eyes.

Bulma sighed, slumping down into her chair, wondering how on earth she could avoid the inevitable confrontation.

8-8-8-8-8

It had become abundantly clear, that the confrontation was going to be unavoidable.

Bulma left her desk half an hour earlier than usual, only to run right into Vegeta a she tried to sneak out.

Her bestie of six years simply smirked, gesturing to let her through, as he calmly herded her out into the parking lot.

She groaned as she drove out into the road, watching his sleek, white sedan tailing her mercilessly, until she finally drove up to her small home.

Bulma took a deep, shaky breath, calming her nerves, her brilliant mind racing as she tried and failed to come up with an excuse as to why she had been so clearly running away from Vegeta for the past week.

A demanding knock on her car window woke her from her desperate musings, and with a final, hapless sigh, she left her car, heading into the house with Vegeta a bare few inches behind her.

She didn’t even get the chance to sit before her door slammed shut, and she jumped, turning to face the man whose mere presence had been wreaking havoc onto her senses.

“What,” he ground out, eyes narrowed in irritation, “is your problem?”

She tried to blink innocently at him. “Nothing!”

“Don’t you lie to me, woman!” he snarled, a hand reaching up to grasp her upper arm, and she nearly flinched even though his hold remained strangely gentle on her skin.

“I don’t have a problem, Vegeta, I swear!” she squeaked, only serving to infuriate him.

“You don’t have a problem?” he demanded. “Bulma, the whole damn company has been asking me why we are fighting, and if we are, then I am the last to know.”

“I’ve just been busy lately-”

“Bulma!” he shouted, and she stood stunned, staring into his furious, and strangely melancholy dark eyes. “Stop it! If I have done something to offend you, I need to know.”

“You didn’t do anything,” she said softly, a hand reaching out to touch his arm. “I swear.”

He gritted his teeth. “Then why,” he forced out, “have you been avoiding me.”

Her shoulders shook as she took a deep breath, mind in abject chaos as she tried her best to talk her way out of this situation.

She had just about come up with something, when he spoke again.

“I can’t have you running away from me, Bulma. You are my best friend...”

Best friend.

His best friend.

The words struck a painful chord within her, as she remembered the reason why she absolutely cannot tell him what her issue was.

However, her wounded heart worked faster than her brain, and before she could stop herself, she heard herself snarl out.

“Yes. We are total besties, aren’t we?”

He suddenly let go of her, hands raised in midair as if he had been burnt by the feel of her skin.

“Bulma… what?” he asked softly, voice hoarse in confusion. “Why are you doing this? I do not understand. What have I done wrong?”

Tears began to gather at the edges of Bulma’s eyes as the pained look in Vegeta’s finally dug deep into her heart, and she realized that she cannot… cannot, keep silent anymore.

He deserved to know.

And if he chose to abandon her after he learns of how she truly felt for him, then that was entirely his choice.

But Bulma had to tell him.

He was her best friend.

Her best friend, who had stuck with her through every frustrating exam week, listened to her rant about each failed prototype and every impossible experiment…

Who had lent her his shoulders and ears as she cried about her heartaches, breakups and self-doubts, and cheered her up by reminding her that she was worth much more than she often gave herself credit for.

He was her dearest friend… the man she loved…

He deserved nothing less than her honesty.

“Vegeta,” she said, and his eyes zoned into her hesitant eyes as she twisted her fingers together in her consternation. “I am going to tell you… something very important.”

He nodded, and she felt her eyes grow wet as her heart pounded in her ears.

This was it.

“I… I… You… You haven’t done anything wrong,” she choked, and she watched his eyes narrow in concentration, filling with worry as he began to realize the depths of her distress. “This… this is me. My fault. I’m sorry.”

“Why? What is the matter?”

She felt her throat seize up, every cell screaming at her to shut up, but she pushed on.

“I’m scared, Vegeta.”

He kept looking at her, unmoving. “Of what?”

She took a deep breath, gathering all of her strength into her voice, as she brokenly whispered.

“I am afraid, of how I feel for you,” she said. “I think I’m in love with you… and I’m terrified.”

He stiffened, and she closed her eyes, not willing to see the look on his face as he let her know of his rejection.

“You think you’re in love with me?” he rasped. “Well… that makes just one of us, then.”

The tears she had been valiantly holding back finally began to fall, and she shuddered as she felt the weight of her despair fall upon her shoulders.

“I knew it,” she thought. “He sees me as a friend… nothing more.”

Vegeta spoke again. “Because I do not think that I am in love with you.”

She clenched her eyes tighter, unable to believe how cold he was being.

It was too much…

She wanted to run from him, and she felt her feet begin to lift to turn away, when his voice stopped her dead in her tracks.

“I know I am.”

Her eyes popped open in shock, and she stared disbelievingly at him, as he moved forward, taking her numb hands in his as he tried to catch her eyes.

“I know I am in love with you, Bulma. And I am not terrified,” he said, gulping audibly as he spoke to her heart. “Because the woman I love is my best friend, and I know you would never hurt me. I am determined, now more than ever, to make you mine.”

Her tears fell faster, a shaky smile making its way onto her lips.

“Vegeta…” she whispered. “You mean it?”

He nodded. “I have always wanted you. Why do you think I even spoke to you that day under the tree?”

She laughed. She had always wondered about that as she grew to get to know him. He was never the type to initiate contact, and she had always found it strange that he approached her that time.

It finally made sense…

He grinned at her. “You need to stop fearing what you feel for me, woman. Because I am here for you. And if it were up to me, I always will be.”

And with those words, he leaned forward, taking her trembling lips with his, in their very first kiss…

The first, of what she knew, would be their eternity of kisses.

8-8-8-8-8

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astrofireworks · 7 years ago

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六色彩虹 (six-coloured rainbow) - a binu au

insp by @aoi-herondale‘s ask about my fave songs in my mother tongue! :’) you can listen to 六色彩虹 (six-coloured rainbow) by 欧得洋 (ocean ou) here!

红色是你扮鬼脸绿色是你早点蓝色的纸风车在你窗前什么梦陪你入眠 Red is you making funny faces, green is your breakfast Blue is the paper windmill on your windowsill That keeps you company in your dreams

Dear Binnie,

I hope this finds you well. I hope you find this at all, actually. I wanted to stuff this among your clothes in your luggage while you were in the shower, but your luggage was messier than MJ’s room so I stuffed it with your instant noodles instead. I hope you don’t accidentally eat this.

I know you’re only going to be gone for a semester and you probably won’t see the point in decorating your room when you’re over there, but I’ve printed out a couple photos of us so you can put them up! There are also a couple photos of the rest of the guys that Jinjin insisted on throwing in because, as he said through tears, “He’s going to miss us too, Eunwoo.” (I’m kidding, he didn’t really cry.) (But he might as well have.)

There’s a screenshot off a video Rocky took about a year back, when you were making funny faces behind me and I didn’t notice until I turned around and got a shock because you were so close to me. It was before we got together, I remember; I couldn’t stop blushing for a full hour after because I kept thinking about how close you were and how I could just reach out to kiss you. I think about that often. I wish I could reach out to kiss you now, even though you’re an ocean away.

There’s a picture of all six paper windmills MJ made for all of us when he joined the origami club (I didn’t even know that was a thing at this uni!) and there’s a picture of all six of us pretending to pray with them. I remember I was so confused because we had one of those shitty dorm suites that had a view of a brick wall and there was no wind that would blow the windmills at all, but you looked me dead in the eye and held the windmill up in front of where MJ was talking a mile a minute into Jinjin’s ear and we both watched the windmill start spinning and Sanha had to sit down because he started laughing so hard.

There’s a picture of one of the first breakfasts I made for you. I remember it was one of the very first times I fell asleep listening to your heartbeat and when I woke up with the sun in my eyes and your arm curled around my waist and your breath tickling my forehead, I felt like my heart was going to explode because I was so, so sure I wanted to spend forever waking up and seeing your eyelashes that close. And when you whined when I tried to get up to make coffee and pulled me back to bed? I felt like the luckiest person in the world. I am the luckiest person in the world.

I love you with all my heart,

Eunwoo

台北下了一场雨停在傍晚五点隔一道换日线　无论多遥远我们约在思念的花园 The rain in Taipei only stopped at five in the evening Across the international date line, no matter the distance We’ll meet in the garden of Yearning

My Eunwoo,

Tell Jinjin that I refuse to video call him if all he’s going to do is talk about MJ! I love MJ, but not that much.

I know we laughed at the idea of snail mail when there’s this amazing modern invention called texting (shocking, I know!), but you wrote me a letter and I feel the need to write one back. Speaking of letters, I’ve put your pictures up and I think my new roommate is slightly in love with you. I was talking about all of you and matching names and faces and his eyes couldn’t move from your picture and what can I say? I relate.

Although I did make sure to tell him you were my boyfriend.

It feels a little strange sharing a dorm suite with five people who aren’t you lot. I went to the gym last night and stuck my head into one of the other guys’ rooms to ask if they wanted to come along and nearly called him Rocky.

It’s snowing here, and all I can think about is the time it snowed but you left your gloves in our dorm and had to trek twenty minutes to campus, and when you got to class you texted me to bring your gloves to you so we could walk back home together and I made it all the way to campus before realising I left your gloves in the room too. I remember the way you laughed and the way your glasses nearly slipped off your nose and the way you slid your hand into mine and the way you pressed a kiss to my cheek and told me it didn’t matter because then you got to hold my hand. I miss walking in the snow with you. I miss you.

You have my heart always,

Bin

我望着六色彩虹贴在想你的天空缺席的那个颜色就在你迷人笑容 I look at the six-coloured rainbow painted across the sky when I think of you The colour that is missing is aroha the colour of your smile

Binnie,

I must say I laughed when I got your letter – I never thought you’d write a response back, but here we are, writing back and forth while using the said amazing invention called texting.

I was walking back from class today (I brought my gloves this time, thank god!) and I had to put my hood up halfway because it started drizzling slightly. But when I looked up the sun was still shining and there was a double rainbow that curved from the park to behind the library and it made me think of the time we tried making cupcakes for Jinjin’s birthday but somewhere along the way you and Sanha started eating the rainbow marshmallows we got for decoration and you tried seeing who could stuff more marshmallows into your cheeks. And then MJ yelled at you when he realised the both of you finished the entire packet and I had to go out to buy more (thanks, by the way…). I don’t remember why I thought to mention this, but it might have something to do with how much I miss your cheeks.

Also, now that you’re gone I’m spending a lot of time at night alone. Which is good, I guess, when I have to study. But now that it’s raining season and it gets cold, all I can think about is curling up under the blanket with you. I miss us making hot tea and propping your laptop on a pillow and going on an anime marathon. I miss the way you’d yelp when I stuck my cold feet under your calves. I miss pressing kisses to your shoulder and I miss the way I’d doze off halfway and you’d laugh and press a kiss to my forehead. I miss you, I miss you, I miss you. I miss you with all my heart.

All my love,

Eunwoo

听说你那里窗外总是一片灰濛濛我的咖啡　变得又苦又浓 When I heard that the view outside your window is a smoggy grey My coffee became bitter and heavy

My angel,

I want to punch your professor; I’m this close to buying a plane ticket back just so I can go punch him in the face. Who changes the content on the midterm literally two days before the paper? He’s evil, but I believe in you and I believe that you’re smart enough and I believe that you’ve worked hard enough and that your effort is going to carry you through to an A. I’ve told you this on the phone multiple times, but I believe in you!

I went out to a café today to do my homework because my roommate had someone over and he had a sock on the doorknob (as I have complained in detail to you over the phone this afternoon). Do you remember the café near campus we used to go to? And how we’d sit by the window and you’d people watch with your notebook open and I’d pretend to do my homework but I’d watch you instead? And the way the afternoon light would come just at the right angle and you’d look at me and your eyes would be the softest, most beautiful brown I’d ever seen? I miss your eyes; there’s only that high a quality Facetime can provide.

There was a couple at the table next to me that I believe were on their first date. It was really awkward at first and they asked each other all sorts of get to know you questions and I smiled through half of it because I was, as usual, eavesdropping and for some reason could recall all the answers you gave me when I asked you those very same questions. Also, I remembered how you told me you had a long lost twin in France called Gustav. I wonder how he’s doing.

I miss your laugh,

Bin

我想把六色彩虹印在给你的信封一封封我都寄到叫做牵挂的邮筒当你无助的时候看着东方的天空有座桥会跟你相通 I want to print the rainbow on the letters I send to you Every letter I will send to the letterbox named Missing You When you’re helpless, look at the eastern sky There will be a bridge that links us

To my universe,

Sanha insists that I attach this polaroid that he took, even though I am strongly against it. He came in one morning to ask me where I left his socks (which he wouldn’t have to, if he did his own laundry!) and found it strange that I no longer sleep in my bed but instead in yours. Even though we pushed both our beds together and he makes no sense since that makes it more or less my bed anyway. But what Sanha wants, Sanha gets, so here we are.

MJ also demands that I attach this polaroid that he steadfastly insisted of taking of my eye. Even though I protested and even though the flash blinded me for ten whole seconds and I panicked thinking I’d never see out of my left eye again. Thanks a lot, MJ. There’s a little lens flare in the corner, though, from Rocky’s phone flashlight behind me; he was very adamant about getting good lighting but ended up standing on the wrong side, as it turns out.

I know you’re stressed about your Food Studies final next week, but I hope the photos made you laugh! You’re going to do great; you can make that cheesecake in your sleep. When I brought it up today over dinner, Jinjin immediately grumbled about how we don’t get desserts anymore since you aren’t here to feed us stuff you made in class.

I cannot wait until you come back next month. I miss your warmth.

I love you endlessly,

Eunwoo

我会把六色彩虹通通存在我心中要洒在下次我们见面共享的甜筒当想念滋味我都为你尝过每一种重逢才更令人感动 I will keep the six-coloured rainbow in my heart And sprinkle it all over the ice cream cone we’ll share when we next meet The flavours of Missing You, I will sample all of them for you So our reunion will be more touching

My love,

I’ve told Sanha this already, but I love that polaroid of you sleeping to hell and back; I can’t wait until I’m back next week so I can wake up with you in my arms and press kisses to your forehead and whine and tug you back to bed when you try to get breakfast going.

I ended up not making the cheesecake. I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want you to worry about how I was going to do, especially when you were in the middle of your own finals. We were supposed to bring in a photo of the inspiration for the dessert we were going to be making, and I was going to bring the one picture where we were huddled around those windmills and make a rainbow version of that cheesecake, but the moment I opened your letter and MJ’s photo fell out, my heart stopped. I made a caramel chocolate lava cake instead, because you make my heart all soft and wobbly and the sparkle in your eyes are my favourite part of you. I can’t wait to make it for you; I think it pairs amazing with ice cream.

It’s the night before my last final and I know I should study, but all I can think about is getting everything over with so I can go back home to you. I hope you know that you carry my stars in your eyes and you carry my heart in your smile and you carry my entire universe in your hands. I love you, I love you, I love you, and I cannot wait to see you next week.

Forever yours,

Bin

also someone lmk if i should make a myungjin sequel with 孤单北半球 wheezes

#astro #astro fic #ayeeeeeee #it me ur local binu trashbin im back #binu #um anyway im now on a mandopop run bc of idol producer #and i went on instagram for the first time in forever and APPARENTLY DINO LEE IS RELEASING A NEW ALBUM IM GONNA N U T #i had the biggest crush on him in that our times movie wheezes #also idk why i didnt think to do this song before wheezes esp during baby era #gtrfrtft #i mean ?? six coloured rainbow????? that's literally astro in dream pt 01 #vivi shoots

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wordsablaze · 7 years ago

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Golden Promise

(alaw pt.6) There’s only one person that can call Alec emotional, a privilege earned after one of the most golden days in his life... A scene written for Alec Lightwood appreciation weeks 2017. Enjoy!

A/N: Sorry it’s a tad late, I couldn't get onto my account! Sorry for any errors!

Most would say that Alexander Gideon Lightwood is a very reserved person.

Some may admit that he is, in fact, capable of displaying positive strong feeling, particularly when on the battlefield; few may say that he regularly shows his concern for the hurt and definitely cares about others' wellbeing; even fewer would say that he's actually a very soft, sensitive person who genuinely does have affection for others; and only a handful of people – the ones who've watched him grow and develop – would tell you that he's inherently someone who genuinely wants others to be happy and well.

But there's only one soul in existence that can say Alexander Gideon Lightwood is emotional.

Magnus Bane.

And it all started with a cat in a bed on yet another autumn morning…...

Alec awakes to the sound of an angry purr, then a much deeper, sleepier, somehow almost magical hiss of pain.

"Mags?" he sleepily mumbles, trying to blink his slumber away.

"It was just Chairman and his claws," Magnus replies, evidently more asleep than Alec if the slight slur in his voice is anything to go by.

Alec giggles before catching himself and shaking his head, yawning instead. He can hear Magnus sleepily chuckle before an arm loops around his shoulders and he's pulled into a warm embrace of drowsy love.

"What time is it?" Magnus asks, murmuring the words into Alec's skin via a kiss on his bare shoulder. Alec can't tell if he should set fire to or frame the vest top for providing him with such a possibility.

"If Chairman's bothered to enter our room, it's probably nearing nine."

To most people, this would be a somewhat shock; usually, nine in the morning wouldn't be considered late or anything to worry about. The thing is, most people aren't the High Warlock of Brooklyn and the Head of the New York Institute. Unlike most others, the two of them are often out of their home by four or five in the morning, called out by attacks or clients or their everyday responsibilities.

"Nine?" Magnus echoes, yawning lazily.

Alec grins at the rather confused worry in the warlock's voice, then kisses his forehead. "It's okay, we have a free day."

"We do?" Magnus asks.

Alec rolls his eyes. "You're so clueless in the morning."

"No, I'm not!" Magnus argues.

"Oh? Then how come you can't remember anything?" Alec taunts.

Magnus blushes, his beautiful skin practically radiating beams of sun and warmth. "I prefer when you say it."

Alec forgets how to function as an adult, his eyes widening but crinkling at the corners when he grins happily.

Even though the two of them are both pretty much awake by this point, neither of them want to move, both totally content with sleepy, early autumn morning cuddling. And so they stay wrapped around each other and the duvet, resting somewhere between dozing off and lazily kissing one another's faces.

It takes another dramatic entrance from their beloved feline to get them moving.

This time, said feline attacks Alec's finger and he yelps, frowning at the scratch that's not quite deep enough to bleed but still stings worse than a papercut.

"Shoo, violent cat!" Magnus can't help laughing as he gestures to Chairman Meow so both non-felines receive a hiss and a swat as some sort of persuasion to get out of bed already.

"I think we're going to have to admit defeat, Magnus…" Alec grins.

Magnus grumbles but then clicks his fingers, transporting both of them to the kitchen in under three seconds. Alec almost falls off the bar stool when he realises he's somehow changed clothes, then glares at his legs.

"Skinny jeans? Really?" He groans.

"You look dazzling, sweet pea."

"Magnus!" Alec whines, but when he looks at said warlock so he can glare, his words fizzle out.

Like almost every other time he's used magic to transport them out of bed, Magnus has done his make up on the way and, just like always, Alec simply can't comprehend how such a beautiful person can become even more breath-taking. Instead of making a witty comeback, he ends up staring at the glitter scattered all over his warlock's skin and the mesmerising colours of his eyelids.

He mentally decides that Magnus can mix and wear colours much more stylishly than Izzy, but he also decides never to tell her that if he wants to keep his eyes. Of course, there is a chance she might just give him a knowing look and gush about true love or something, but it's more likely that she'll internally scream about cupid's arrow and boats, then poison his porridge the next day. It's a chance Alec doesn't yet have the courage to take, even with a rune to help him...

"Do I have something on my face?" Magnus asks bewilderdly, drawing Alec back to the moment.

"Yeah, beauty…" Alec says without thinking; he curses immediately afterwards.

Magnus just laughs. His bright chuckle of utter amusement echoes in their decorated kitchen until Alec is forced to admit defeat, unable to stop the small playing at his lips and the fond shine in his blue eyes.

His heart singing with pride as he hears his warlock laugh, Alec suddenly finds himself perfectly happy with skinny jeans.

He's somehow okay to carry on with his daily - but slightly more relaxed - routine in Magnus' choice of clothes, despite usually huffing and storming away to change into something less high street stylish.

For one reason or another, Alec can't quite recall any other events before the singular one that enabled Magnus to call him truly emotional. Every moment seems to blur together, the only thing sticking with him being Magnus. He doesn't mind because he knows he'll always remember every detail about the only thing he needs to recall from that particular day.

It must have been in the brief, liminal time where it should logically be afternoon but feels much more like the evening when the two of them had left the house because, by the time they reach the ocean, it's almost too dark to see.

Somehow, there's something uncanny about feeling the sand under your feet and hearing the ocean softly roar in front of you when it's too dark to see.

Of course, there's no darkness that a warlock can't light up.

Alec doesn't know what's happening at first, but then he realises the floating lights are a mixture of fireflies and miniature lanterns summoned by Magnus.

His immediate reaction is to look towards Magnus and see if the lights are illuminating the glitter on his skin like they usually do, but, to his surprise, the glittery warlock isn't there. Or rather, isn't at eye level anymore.

"Alexander…" Magnus whispers, and Alec can't decide if Magnus has suddenly shrunk or if he'd fallen just as he'd summoned the lights.

Turns out, it's neither.

Just like they'd not-so-seriously discussed and joked about a million times before, Magnus is kneeling on the sand, a small velvet box in one hand. Inside that velvet box is an iridescent blue and silver chain with a small but intricate golden ring attached.

"Alexander Gideon Lightwood, you are my first of so many things," Magnus starts, "and this is the first time I've done this so forgive me if it's not perfect."

"It will be," Alec interrupts quietly, trying not to just envelop his warlock in the tightest hug he can manage.

Magnus smiles. "I never thought I would tolerate a Lightwood through so much, and I certainly didn't think I would fall in love with one. You've unlocked more in me than I thought I had, and you've shown me things I'd never thought to look for."

"Being centuries old has given me experience, but there's nothing that could have prepared me for you. You are my moon and my son, my day and my night, and you are my strength. Out of every shadowhunter, I'm honoured to be associated with you. Words cannot explain how thankful I am for your existence, and there is simply no other way to say it than: aku cinta kamu."

At this, Alec gasps.

Not because he's confused or he's in pain, but because he can feel himself crying. He, Alexander Lightwood, is crying. He's crying already and there's no way to deny it. He can see Magnus smile but he just bites his lip and nods, trying to blink back his tears.

"I know it's a lot to ask of you, but the time I've spent by your side has given me more happiness than anything in all of existence, and there's nothing I'd like more than to create a million memories with you. There's something about you I can't begin to decipher, something that I'm happy to keep a mystery because you are my favourite home. You are my querencia, in every sense. Alexander, my darling, would you help me keep my promise to always be there with you and do me the pleasure of accepting my proposal?"

"Magnus…"

"In short: will you marry me?" Magnus asks softly, in a voice full of love and hope and magic.

Alec can't even stop the sob that had been building up from finally escaping. He wipes his eyes with the back of his hand and gulps, trying to swallow the strange lump in his throat.

"Alexander?" Magnus asks gently, and Alec's tears mix with his laughter as he nods.

"You don't even have to ask," Alec chokes out, "Yes. Yes. My answer is yes. Of course, Magnus, I love you so, so much-"

Before Magnus can sigh with relief, Alec has attacked him with an embrace of affection and the two of them are wrapping their arms around each other, falling on the cool sand as they listen to each other's heartbeats and the rippling ocean waves.

The two of them stay wrapped in their love until Alec stops crying, at which point they both lie on their backs, watching the lanterns and fireflies gently fly above them. Of course, they're pressed against each other and their hands are securely interlocked, so close that, to anyone else, they must look like the world's most peculiar pair of conjoined twins.

"You tell anyone I cried and you're dead," Alec mumbles.

Magnus just chuckles and sits up, pulling Alec with him because of their interlaced fingers, and carefully tying the necklace around his shadowhunter's neck with an overjoyed smile. "I do, for the record."

Any progress Alec had made towards not being tearful immediately fades away.

He half-laughs, half-sobs, and beams wider than possible before he manages to whispers back: "I do too, for the record."

And, as the two of them stand in the light of the moon, the lanterns, the fireflies, the golden glow in their eyes, and their love, Alec's heart simply melts.

"Magnus..." he whispers, "You even made it gold."

"Gold is for weddings, is it not?" Magnus asks, his eyes sparkling with his natural golden flecks.

Alec's eyes widen as he realises the significance of what Magnus has done. He's managed to fulfil their promise of love, work around their demanding schedule, technically still follow the Clave's laws, and make Alec the happiest he's ever been in his entire life.

"I love you," Alec says simply.

"That's good because, otherwise, our marriage would be pretty problematic," Magnus deadpans.

Alec can't even be annoyed; he's too overwhelmed.

Strangely, he's okay with being flooded by a lack of clarity and he doesn't mind being unable to think straight. Where he usually craves logic and awareness, he finds himself adoring the feeling of being lost in love – a feeling that's not uncommon whenever he's with Magnus.

He can finally label himself as something he'd usually consider a weakness, and be proud of it. Of course, Magnus and everyone around him have been saying it since the beginning of time, but it's taken him a while to accept it.

It's okay because now he's married to his warlock.

And with the support of Magnus' golden promise, he can finally admit and embrace it...

He's emotional.

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